“Vin—” His name is almost a prayer.
“I know. I can feel it. Come for me, princess. Let me feel you come.”
And I do.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave breaking. It’s sudden, overwhelming, stealing my breath and my thoughts, everything but the sensation of falling apart in his arms. My body convulses, my hand on my clit as pleasure rockets through every nerve ending.
I cry out, something between a sob and a scream, and he holds me through it, whispering Italian words I can’t quite understand, his voice steady and sure.
“Brava ragazza. Così bella. Ti tengo, amore. Ti tengo.”
Good girl. So beautiful. I’ve got you, love. I’ve got you.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m shaking. Tears streak my face—when did I start crying?—and my entire body feels like liquid, completely boneless in a way I’ve never experienced.
Vin holds me, his arms still wrapped around me, his heartbeat steady under my cheek.
“Holy…” I can’t find words for what just happened.
“Yeah.” There’s satisfaction in his voice, pride, but also something softer.
I should probably thank him, tell him what this means, but I know better. This is Vin Demonio. The man who has told me repeatedly that whatever this is has an expiration date.
He just gave me my first orgasm with another person because he likes a challenge. Because he is competitive, determined to win at everything he does. This was a conquest. A puzzle he put together. Nothing more.
Just because this is a monumentally life-changing moment for me, it means nothing to him so I turn in his arms and kiss him softly. “Thank you.”
His eyes search mine, looking for everything I’m careful not to show. “You’re welcome.”
To cover, I give him a broad smile. “Maybe my safe word should be ‘cunt-oli.’”
Vin laughs and squeezes me to him, pressing a kiss into my hair. “That’ll work, princess.”
**
Later, after he’s carried me to the shower and washed me with surprising gentleness, after he’s tucked me into bed and climbed in beside me, I lie awake staring at the ceiling.
He’s already asleep, his breathing deep and even. One arm is thrown across my waist, possessive even in sleep.
I replay the moment in my mind over and over. Not just the orgasm itself, but the way he held me, the things he said.You’re safe. I’ve got you. I’m right here.
Those words unlocked something in me that nothing else could. Even though Vin doesn’t do relationships, he just showed me something profound about myself.
I don’t just want someone to fuck me. I want someone toholdmewhile they fuck me, to make me feel cherished and protected and safe, even in the midst of degradation and dominance.
I want the contradiction he represents: brutal and gentle, demanding and caring, dominating and protective.
I want him. And that’s the most dangerous thing I could possibly want.
His arm tightens around me in his sleep, pulling me closer into his chest. “Ti tengo,” he murmurs.I’ve got you.
I nestle into him, closing my eyes against the tears. In the morning, I’ll go back to being realistic about what this is and what it isn’t.
But tonight, just for tonight, I’m going to let myself feel everything I’m not supposed to feel.
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