“You’re a little beast in bed, aren’t you?” he said, amused and breathless. “I fucking love it.”
I straddled him fast, thighs against his sides, pinning him down. “It’s your fault. You made me like this.”
Before he could reply, I started to move, grinding down on him, slow at first, but with purpose. His hands gripped my hips, the smirk fading from his face as hunger took over.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Ride me. As long as you’re under my control outside this bed, I don’t care how wild you get in here. Right now, I’m yours. Use me the way I use you.”
And with that, he placed his hands over his head and closed his eyes. The sight nearly undid me. Don Carlo. The ruthless, feared Bruni king, under me, at my mercy. Moaning forme.
The surge of power I felt was unlike anything I’d known. My pace quickened, my hips rolling in relentless circles. The pressure inside me built fast, too fast. A wildfire in my veins.
I threw my head back, gasping, “I’m coming!”
My whole body shook as pleasure crashed through me. Tremors rolled over my skin like ripples across still water. Leaning back, I grabbed onto Carlo’s legs for balance, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. The waves of euphoria slowly faded, leaving me trembling, raw, and weightless.
Carlo sat up, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his lap while I was still straddling him. Then he lowered me to the mattress, settling above me. A few deep, punishing thrusts and he groaned, loud and guttural, coming inside me like he always did.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the warmth drip from me, and despite everything, I smiled. He sat back on his heels, zeroed in on the sight of me, his own handiwork.
A moment later, he leaned down, kissed me slow and deep. “Did you like your gift?”
I smirked, fingers threading into his perfectly tousled hair. “You’re so full of yourself. Shameless.”
He dipped his head, took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucked gently before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ve got more gifts coming. They’ll bring us breakfast soon. You better eat, you’re going to need the energy.” He kissed my neckline, then added, “After that, I’ll warm the shower. That’ll be gift number two. And trust me, you’ll need a few hours of rest before you can handle number three.”
I tugged him up for another kiss. When our lips finally parted, I whispered against his ear, “Don’t forget your promise. I’m counting on it.”
True to his word, after breakfast, Carlo delivered. By the time he was done, I was out cold until evening.
After dinner, at Carlo’s signal, Maxim stepped forward and placed two boxes on the table. One large, the other small and wrapped in a sleek ribbon. My brows shot up. Carlo had actually gotten me a birthday present?
I stared at him, suspicious. The playful smirk tugging at his lips made me hesitate. I reached for the smaller box firstbut he snatched it away with a grin. “Big one first.”
I rolled my eyes, but obeyed. Inside the large box was a brand-new laptop. My breath caught. It was ridiculous, but in that moment, it felt like the greatest gift in the world.
Then Carlo’s voice cut through the haze. “It’s fully monitored. Everything you do on it gets tracked. And don’t waste your time installing anything, you’re limited to what’s already there.”
I ran my hand over the surface. Gratitude and frustration tangled inside me. “I don’t care. I’ve told you a thousand times, but you refuse to hear me. I won’t betray you. I won’t cross you.”
“Women’s moods are like spring weather. Sunny one second, a thunderstorm the next. You can’t really count on your promises. Sadly for you, it’s not your brain calling the shots, it’s your hormones.”
I glared, leaning in until our faces were inches apart. “Didn’t seem like you had a problem with my hormones running the show this morning.”
He leaned in so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. “Oh, baby…” he murmured, “in bed, those gorgeous hormones of yours are my queen. They can punch me, scratch me, ride me...”
“Enough already,” Maxim cut in, voice gruff and unimpressed. “You’re making me sick.”
Carlo leaned back, eyes gleaming as he threw Maxim a mischievous glance. “I could literally fuck a woman to death right in front of you, and that wouldn’t bother you.”
Maxim grumbled, “That’s because you don’t say a word to them, let alone this love-whisper crap.”
Carlo flipped him off. I shrugged and reached for the smaller box, but before I could open it, Carlo turned to Maxim. “Tell him to come in.”
I paused, startled. “Who’s coming?”
Carlo didn’t answer. He simply nodded toward the box in my hands. “Open it.”
Curious and suddenly uneasy, I lifted the lid. Inside was a small metal capsule with a blinking red light. I frowned, turning it over between my fingers. “What is this?”
