‘I am a Templar agent receiving orders from Fiora Cavazza. I arrogantly enter the office she’s in without knocking. Fiora is arguing with a man I know, Il Lupo, but they aren’t simply bickering… Lupo has kiss marks on his face and a hard on, and Fiora’s wearing dripping undergarments. I expect a punishment for barging in, but Fiora grabs me and pulls me toward her. I’m surprised as she wraps her legs around me and kisses me. Soon after, she guides me inside her, as Lupo penetrates me from behind.’
‘I like to think about The Prowler taking me roughly with his fingers digging into my soft thighs or wrapped around my throat. The sex would be possessive and angry and he would never fail to leave bruises to remind me who I belonged to.’