"So," I say, closing the distance between us. "Do you still have your handcuffs?"
She arches a brow, intrigue flickering across her face. "You get off on being handcuffed, Vitale?"
"I hope so." I smirk, enjoying the way her cheeks flush. "Never tried it before, but I'm willing if you are."
She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her cuffs, dangling them from her finger. "I didn't think mafia dons surrendered control so easily," she teases, her voice dropping to a husky tone that drives me wild.
"Only to you." I take her free hand, bringing it to my lips. "And only behind closed doors."
I lead her through my home, our home now, to the master bedroom. The enormity of what we're doing, of what we've decided, should feel terrifying. Instead, it feels inevitable. Like everything in my life has been leading me to her.
"You know," I say, pausing at the threshold of our room, "this is the first time I've brought a woman here."
Her eyes widen slightly. "Your bedroom?"
"My life," I correct her. I push open the door, revealing the space that will now be ours. "Welcome home, Agent Ricci."
She holds up the handcuffs, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "It's just Olivia now. And I think we should celebrate properly."
Moments later, we’re naked and my wrists are secured to the headboard, arms stretched above me. Vulnerable. Exposed. A position no don should ever find himself in.
Yet here I am, willingly at her mercy, and I've never felt more alive.
"You look good like this," she says, trailing her fingertips down my chest. "The great Dominic Vitale, completely at my disposal."
"Only for you," I manage through the intense desire. I feel like my dick is about to come out of its skin. "Don't get used to it."
She laughs, straddling me. "Oh, I think I could get very used to this."
When she leans down to kiss me, I strain against the cuffs, instinctively wanting to touch her, to pull her closer.
"Patience," she whispers against my lips.
“Touch me, baby.”
Her hands explore my body with agonizing slowness. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.
"Look at me," she commands, and my eyes snap open. The authority in her voice sends heat coursing through me.
She moves above me, lightly rocking her pussy over my aching cock. "Olivia," I groan, pulling at the restraints. "Please."
A smile curves her lips. "The most powerful man in New York, begging."
“You love it.”
“I love you.” She sinks over me.
“Fuck…Yes…”
The world narrows to just us. Her body joined with mine, her hands braced on my chest, her eyes holding mine captive as she rides me, taking me to pleasurable places I’ve never been before.
"I love you," I tell her, opening my heart to her.
Her rhythm falters for just a moment. Then she leans down, pressing her forehead to mine as she moves. "I love you too."
And then she’s moving again. Faster. Faster. Her head is thrown back. I’m with her, teetering on the edge as her body trembles against mine.
“Olivia!” Her name escapes on a roar as my orgasm whips through me.
