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“Answer me.” An order, cold and commanding.
His fingers brush the swell of my breasts, and the ache in my core intensifies. I can’t think; I can’t breathe. It takes me a second to remember his words. “You’re right,” I agree. “I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”
“Unless?” he prompts.
I search for the answer, and then it comes to me. “Unless I use my safeword.”
“Yes.” His eyes rest on me. “There’s a lesson here, lisichka, and you would do well to remember it. You’re in a cage of your making. If you feel trapped, then remember that you are the jailer.” He grabs my wrists and pushes them behind my back. “You can leave anytime you want. You just have tochoose.”
“That’s easy to say and a lot harder to put into practice.” Sandro Biraghi is hopelessly old-fashioned and will refuse to associate with the Caruso if our family is headed by a woman. Manuel will not choose Elisa over his family. If I take over from Renzo, I’ll be putting my happiness ahead of my sister’s. Even if I was willing to do that, the only way I’d become the head of my family is over Renzo’s dead body,and I will not kill my own flesh and blood for power.
“That sounds like an excuse, lisichka. You’re better than that.” He releases my hands from his grip and circles me slowly as if deciding what he’s going to do with me. “You never did tell me what you want.”
You.“I want you to fuck me.” Even that answer is too revealing. “Please.”
He laughs cruelly. “My cock is a privilege, Mirabella. One you need to earn.”
“How?” I lick my lower lip. “Can I earn it with my mouth?”
“No. You earn it with your obedience.” He stops behind me. “Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
I wriggle them down my hips, pick them off the floor, and hold them behind my back. Andrei takes them from me. “Did you wear these for me?”
It’s the last time we’ll ever do this. There’s no room for lies. I meet his hungry, heated gaze in the mirror. “Yes.”
“And the dress?”
“Yes,” I say again.
“It’s a beautiful dress.” He tucks the panties into his pocket. “But not as beautiful as its wearer.” He moves my hair away and trails a finger down the back of my neck. “Do you want to come tonight, Mira?”
“Yes,” I reply immediately.
He chuckles. “That was quick.” He kisses my neck and unzips my dress. It falls to the floor, leaving me naked. Andrei growls appreciatively. “So beautiful.” He cups my breasts from behind, his thumbs brushing my nipples. “Your body was made for pleasure,” he says into my ear. “If you want to get fucked tonight, you’ll keep your eyes open and watch yourself.” He squeezes my breasts and pinches my engorged nubs hard enough that I whimper. He doesn’t stop. He plucks at them again, and I lean into the pain, letting it melt into bliss. I start to close my eyes, and then, just in time, I remember his threat.
“Good girl,” he says approvingly.
He turns me around and sucks a swollen nipple between his teeth. A flash of pure heat goes through me. “Andrei,” I whimper. “Please. . .” It’s so good. I think I could come from this sensation alone, from the feel of his tongue and his teeth on my throbbing nipples. A familiar tightness starts to spiral through me, and I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch us in the mirrors. His dark head dips between my breasts, lavishing them with his attention. The contrast between his suit-clad body and my naked one is heady.
“Please, what?” He lifts his head up, and a smile creases his face. “I saw the way you looked at the chair when you entered the room. Did you wonder what it would feel like to be tied down on it?”
“Yes.”
“You get to find out now. Sit down.”
I plant my ass on the seat and position my calves on the leg rests. Already, I feel exposed, and I can tell they’re not as far apart as they’re going to be. Andrei buckles my knees and ankles in place. “Keep watching,” he warns, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “No looking away.” Once my legs are restrained, he pushes a lever. The leg rests spread apart, and with them, my thighs, until I’m splayed wide open, my pussy completely exposed to Andrei’s predatory gaze.
He moves away and returns with the whip he had earlier. “Hands behind your head.” He trails the tails over my naked breasts. “This is a suede flogger,” he says. “It can be pleasurable.” He flicks his wrist, and a thousand stings erupt on my bared breasts, leaving me hot, needy, and aching. “Or it can be painful.” I clench in anticipation, waiting for a brutally hard stroke on my skin, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Andrei slides a finger between my folds. “What about this turns you on, I wonder,” he muses. He lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking it between his sensual lips. “Is it being tied up, or is it the threat of pain?” The flogger lands on my breasts again, sharp and hot, and immediately after, Andrei pushes a finger deep inside me. “Tell me, Mirabella.”
I groan out loud.It’s so good.“Both.” I’ve been with other men before. Nothing feels like Andrei’s touch. Nobody owns my body the way this bratva king does.
Don’t make him something he isn’t. He was ruthless enough to cast aside his father for power. You would be wise not to forget that.
He notices my slight withdrawal. “What is it?”
“What would your mother say if she knew who you were fucking in a BDSM club? Your sister?” He starts to reply, and I hold up my hand. “Don’t tell me that you don’t tell them about the women you fuck. That’s not what I mean.”
“I know what you mean.” He straps cuffs around my wrists and fastens them to hidden restraints at the seat of the chair. “You’re more concerned with what my family would think than I am.” He pushes his thumb inside me and presses it down on my lower lip. I open my mouth and suck his finger, tasting my juices on his skin. “Unlike you, I’m uninterested in sacrificing my life in service to my family. It doesn’t matter what they think. If we’re together, then they will treat you like their own.”
