She’s mafia.She understands that my vow is wrapped in honor and integrity.My word is all I truly have.
“Then yes.Yes, Dante.”
“Fuck me.”
My name.Her trust.
Something has shifted tonight, and she’s humbled me.Brought me to my knees.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman.
I’d kill for her.I’d die for her.
“Valentina… What you do to me.”
With that, I lean over her, placing one hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place.With the other, I attach the first clamp to her left nipple.
She gasps at the bite.“Damn you.”
“Breathe through it,” I murmur, voice rough with approval.“Let the pain recede and then feel how they make your tits ache for me.”
Restraining my own demanding impulses, I give her a moment to adjust.“Are you doing okay?”
“It’s…”
I wait.
But she doesn’t tell me she likes it or that it’s okay.
“Ready for the next one?”
She nods.
“Use your words, wife.”Unless she gives permission, I won’t proceed.I want her to totally trust me with her safety.
“Yes.”Her breath catches and the tiny clamp sways so damn sexily.“I’m ready.”
“You’re so damn perfect for me, Valentina.”I fasten the second, wait for her back to stop swaying, then I ask if she’s okay.
“I’m fine.”
I chuckle.“Fine?”
My perfect bride huffs.“They’re…”
“Tell me.”
“They hurt, but in the best possible way.”
“That’s my girl.”I kiss that spot between her shoulder blade and her neck, and she squirms deliciously.
I’d known possessing her would be amazing.
But I could never have guessed it would be this spectacular.
I give the chain a light tug.Her answering moan is pure sin.“I want you, Valentina.”
“Take me.”She suggestively wiggles her hips.
