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not an ugly guy, I work out, take care of myself, and I dress well. Women are drawn to my dominant nature without realizing it, and even when I try to disguise it, it’s still there. It speaks to them on a molecular level – a deep unspoken desire to submit to a strong confident man.
    I will have no end of willing victims this weekend; easy girls that just want me to make them feel better about the fact that they’re single. And that’s the problem; it’s too easy. I like my women compliant, but I don’t want them to just give it up for nothing. I relish the seduction. I thrive on it. The thrill of anticipation. Making a woman so hot for me that she would do anything for my touch, my kiss, and my lips against her quivering naked flesh. I want a woman to give herself over to me completely, to do with as I please.
    It’s Brandon’s wedding this weekend and we’re in Verona, Italy. The past three days have been a killer and I really need to just get the hell out of dodge already. It’s been great spending time with everyone, but it gets tiring having to put on a front for them all the time. No one knows about my…lifestyle, and it can be difficult to rein in that side of myself at times, especially around Sofia, but people wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t accept it.
    I met Sofia about eight years ago when Simon invited me to spend thanksgiving at his parent’s house, and from the moment I first laid eyes on her, I’ve wanted her. I want to fuck her, to own her, to dominate her; I want her complete and total submission to my deepest, darkest desires, and I’m also completely in love with her. That’s why I can’t be with her. She is so good and pure and innocent, and what I want from her…well, I’m aware that a girl like her does not need what I have to offer. She deserves better, she deserves the best of everything, and if I thought for a second that I could give it to her, I would have made her mine a long time ago.
    I’m not into corrupting shy inexperienced girls. I need a woman who knows her own mind, and wants to submit to my command. Sofia could never be that woman, she’s too…perfect.
    I don’t think Simon knows how I feel about her. I’m pretty sure if he did, I’d be buried in the woods somewhere by now. I’ve done my best to avoid her over the past few days, but it’s getting increasingly more difficult. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. We hadn’t seen each other in months before she arrived in Verona. She’s been out of the country touring with a top ballet company so it made it easy to avoid her.
    Sofia Mantovani is an angel, sent from heaven to torment what’s left of my soul. She is perfection personified; a single, exquisite rose among a bed of thorns; a beacon of light in the darkness; the only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I can never have. She is also my best friend’s younger sister, and the reason I feel like a meteor has rocketed straight into my chest, obliterating my heart into a million fragments, scattering them across the solar system.
    I’ve been standing watching her float across the dance floor with her father, her brother, and even Brandon at the reception tonight. She is awe-inspiring to watch. She lives and breathes the music, letting it flow through her, bending to its will. I don’t think I could ever tire of watching her. She looks so carefree and happy, and unbelievably beautiful; she’s enchanting.
    I’ve fought every urge I have, staying fixed to this spot, but I know now that I’m fighting a losing battle. Every time she glances in my direction, she calls to me like a siren, tempting me, and I don’t want to fight it anymore – just one dance. To hold her in my arms and feel the warmth of her body against mine, if only for a few minutes; to feel her sweet breath on my neck as we sway to the music; it’s all I can ever have from her, but I’m selfish, and I want it, no matter how badly my body will ache when I have to let