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The threat of a world without Renato in it leveled me. His absence would carve a void no amount of rage or vengeance could fill.

When Renato brushed his knuckles against my cheek, I leaned into his touch without my usual resistance. Perhaps it was the lingering contentment from Shaw, or maybe I was tired of fighting what we both knew was inevitable. Either way, being with Renato and Shaw on the same day was the best pleasure life could offer me.

Renato tilted my chin up, studying my unusual compliance. “Are you that eager to be with me?”

Knowing Barlinger expected my submission made it easier for me to surrender, though I tensed when Renato’s thumb traced a pattern on my jaw that felt too intimate.

“I am,” I answered, pitching my tone to satisfy our audience.

It was time for the show to begin.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

RENATO

Dante’s unusual compliance caught me off guard. He normally put up more of a fight during our sessions, testing the boundaries before yielding.

Running my thumb along his lower lip, I asked, “Were you remembering all the pleasure I’ve given you in the past?”

He licked his lips. “Yes.”

I studied his expression for whatever truth he kept hidden. “Were you thinking about all the things you want me to do to you tonight?”

“Yes,” he admitted, standing up to meet me.

I kissed him, turning a gentle exploration into a demanding claim. Dante opened for me, slipping his role for Barlinger as the submissive who craved domination but would fight for the pleasure of being conquered.

I cupped my hand around his arousal through the silver robe, giving it a teasing squeeze. “Are you willing to be as honest as your body?” When he said nothing, I worked his hard length. “I asked you a question, Dragon.” As much as I loved using his real name, I would never risk it in the brothel with the cameras rolling.

His hips bucked into my touch, but he remained silent.

“Am I distracting you too much?” I stopped toying with his cock. “Tell me the truth.”

I expected him to continue his usual resistance, but he moaned, “Give me what I need, Lorenzo. Please.”

My eyebrows arched in surprise at the effortless submission. I rewarded his cooperation by pulling at his sash. “Show me your beautiful body.”

The silver silk fell to the ground in a pool at his feet. He stood before me, his cock standing proud against his abdomen and already leaking at the tip.

I trailed one hand down the hard lines of his chest until I wrapped my fingers around his erection. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Frustrate the hell out of you?” His arrogant smirk flashed.

“You definitely do that.” I brought his hand to my growing hardness, letting him feel how aroused I was through my pants. “But you also turn me on more than anyone else.”

His submissive act faltered. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”

The deliberate provocation demanded I put him in his place. “We’ll get there,” I promised. “Undress me first.”

Dante made quick work of the buttons on my silk shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin in a deliberate tease. When he moved to my pants, he groaned upon discovering I wasn’t wearing underwear. Once I stood naked before him, his gaze lingered on my cock.

I wrapped a hand around myself to give a lazy stroke. “Like what you see?”

“So fucking much.”

“Then worship me on your knees,” I commanded.

He dropped without hesitation. He caught my gaze before guiding my cock deep in his mouth. The slick heat enveloped me as he worked the underside of my shaft. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, a heavy flush spreading across his face.