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"Shit shit shit shit shit" I mumble when I finally realize that the taxi driver is most likely going to drag me off the cab.

When am I going to learn to check my bag before going out? Now I don't have any fucking way of paying him for the ride.

"Lady, I need you to give me what is mine" he states tilting his head back to a side to eye me in the most impatient manner. "passami i miei fottuti soldi" he barks. {hand me my fucking money}

Old Italian men are supposed to be the sweetest and the most attractive, now this thing I have in front of me is just a grumpy lonely old man.

"Well, come vedi, I don't have your fottuti soldi!" I counter back, hissing at him at this point. {as you see; fucking money}

I didn't come to this fucking country so that I get yelled at by an unhappy troll. I came because I wanted to attend university in a fancy country, meet handsome rich men with whom to have fun, get drunk with my friends until I can no longer, and most importantly: escape from the life I would lead if I continued under the command of my beloved parents - note the pure sarcasm.

"Now, ragazza, there is more than one way of paying me back," he says with his thick accent ogling me, his voice raspy. His eyes darken as words slip through his lips. {girl}

My mouth purses in disgust at his words. In an attempt to rapidly reaching the handle to open the door on my right side, his revolting hand pulls me back gripping my thin left arm strongly. It stings.

What have I gotten myself into? My gaze travels from his grip on my skin to his emerald-colored eyes.

My face certainly feels heated, which leads me to shoot him deadly looks, "Signore, è meglio che mi lasci andare, altrimenti ti dirò alla polizia per avermi imposto le tue mani sporche, per aggressione." I speak through my teeth, as the threat rolls out of my mouth. {sir, you better let me go, otherwise, I'll tell the police for laying your dirty hands on me, for assault}

Afterward, I accumulate a reasonable about of saliva in my mouth, then spit them outreaching his face. I instantly feel his clenching tightening even more.

"You filthy bitch" he insults while wiping my saliva off his face.

I squeak in utter pain, while at the same time shaking my arm abruptly.

The moment I felt the tears threatening to come out, I fight them back by rolling my eyes and without thinking twice, my free arm searches for my bag. When it's finally found, I make my way up high to begin to repeatedly hit the place where his fingers squeeze me.

"You're hurting me, let me fucking go!" I huff at him.

Lastly, I start to scream from the top of my lungs. His grip on me pains like hell. Aside from my hopeless squeals, I perceive the sound of cars on the road and I see pedestrians crossing and walking down the busy streets, I hear cars pulling up behind and in front of us.

This man doesn't know who he's messing with, with only one phone call to daddy dearest, I would end him. He wouldn't be alive to see the sunset. As a matter of fact, I don't need my parents' fingers in this, I can deal with his grandpa on my own.

Therefore, I strive to make as much noise as I possibly can, by banging on the window next to me, moving my feet so the vehicle with the objective of it bouncing up, down, and to the sides.

"Uh, ugh" I complain.

The man thereupon acknowledges my plan and makes his way to the back-sits of the car. With his filthy hands, he covers my mouth, but I was very quick to take ahold of his skin with my sharp teeth.

Katherine? Never heard of her.

"Fottuta puttana" He grunts in ache and I keep insisting on smacking his forearm with my minuscule hands, even though it is giving me a hellish killing pain. {fucking whore}

I can't let myself down, I won't cry. Weeping is for the weak.

Just when I was going to try to pull myself out of his grip again, both doors on our sides open, thus letting light enter in that so tremendously dark place due to the smoked glasses.

It seems the old man's blood drains out from his face, because he is close to looking lifeless. He almost immediately drops his damned hands in defeat, releasing me when next to the other drivers the police officers appear.

A calming deep breath escapes. I finally feel safe.

"This sickening looking old man tried to rape me, signori" I spit, wheezing.

"Come with me, miss. We'll take care of him" An officer with beautiful features helps me out of the cab offering his big hands.

"Grazie," I say, panting, as we stride in direction of his car. {thank you}

In my campus of vision, I notice people's stares at me and the old man's car, when I look back at the vehicle, I caught a glimpse of the policemen interrogating him.

What is there to ask? Didn't they hear me screaming for my integrity and safety and see his hands all over my body?

Bastards.

"These men have no respect for women" I whine to myself when we arrive at our destination.

I was sexually assaulted and possibly raped by an old creepy man and what they do is question his on the streets?

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"Cum for me, neonata" he groans as I bounce on his penis, "Yes, just like that, ride my dick" {baby girl}

I have no idea, whatsoever, how I ended up on top of a police officer. I suppose that one thing led to another and here I find myself; coming undone in ecstasy as he fills me with his length.

This feels wrong and utterly illegal, however, I don't give a flying fuck about anything else that isn't his hands on my body.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" I squeaked, squeezing in my thighs together, causing my womanhood to grip on his boner.

As I continue at the same speedy pace, one of his palms slap my butt various times while the other cupped a butt-cheek clasping it, sending shivers up my spine and down my lower region.

"Merda, ti senti così bene!" he groans again against my sweaty collarbone. {shit, you feel so good}

The sound of the beautiful Italian language perverted to this filthy manner made me arrive at the climax.

"Ah" I moan hard on his ear as my hands travel to the headboard for support. My members immediately go weak after I reach the —I've lost count— orgasm.

"Fuck, I'll cum inside you!" He growls, his voice low. I feel his semen filling my vagina.

Thank you to the person that invented birth control, because this always has felt magnificent.

Both our breathings are heavy, our foreheads dripping sweat are touching each other. We stay in that position for a couple of seconds more —his length still inside of me and his hands cupping my butt-cheeks— just so we can give our bodies the rest they need, so we can cool down.

My lips make contact with his once again, kissing him passionately. Thereupon, without any short notice, I feel his thumb drawing circles on my bud, awakening all my senses, and my curious fingers are now tugging tightly to his long hair as I moan against his lips.

The way his fingers motion around my sensitive spot while his eyes glued on mine tempts me to move my hips around his penis, so that's exactly what I do.

"Round two?" He asks glancing down, I think taking a look at my wet womanhood, then up to my eyes ogling him.

"Sir yes sir," I say in a seductive manner and before he could protest, I, in a quick motion, make him slide down underneath my body.

I yelp when I feel his member slip out of my entrance, but giggle lustily when he starts tracing the fucking alphabet with his filthy tongue.

Fuck, Italian men are indeed a different breed.

I cum in his mouth over and over again.

One night stands are my favorite hobby.

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Oof- what an ending. ACAB though!
With this first chapter, I wanted to introduce Adrianne's personality to you :) I know that I'm not the best author, I'm an amateur girl, but I'm working on improving my writing by writing this and I thought it would be cool to share it with people.

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