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Before I can finish that train of thought, she snaps a handcuff on my wrist. Shifting, she locks the other down, connected by a chain along the back. I have the slightest movement to brush her skin, but nothing else.

Smirking, I lean back, cock rigid and bulging under her ass. I say, “Kinky. Good thing I’m into it.”

Silently, she slides down from my lap, leaving a trail of her come on me. Face to my crotch, I hold my breath as her nails claw at the fabric.

Yeah. That’s hot. There’s nothing better than my girl with face level with my groin. My dick thinks so, too. It pulsates, begging to be released, and when she pulls the zipper down, it falls free, raging to be touched.

A drop of precum oozes from the tip, and I see fucking heaven as her tongue swipes out to lick it.

21

VALENTINA

Fear tangles in my stomach, like a fly caught in a web. I’m suspended in the air, trapped, unable to get free. My heart is in my throat, body quaking with nerves. There are people watching me right now. Out there. They see all of me.

There’s another emotion churning inside of me. Anticipation. Joy. Relief. I’m free. Doing this for myself on my terms is what I needed. It’s a thrill I’ve never had—complete control. It’s a drug, and I should listen to the fear and temper this, but I can’t. Not when Tommaso is here, willing and coaxing.

During our brief text messages, I never got the impression that he cared. It was business for him. Which is all I needed, truly. Yet, now, while we’re on stage, he’s reassured me, kept me comfortable, and made this about me from the start. It’s something I didn’t appreciate until now.

His cock pulsates in my hand. It’s large, deep pink, and long. Grabbing the base of it, I marvel at how soft it is, but so firm. I move my fist upward, and a drop of something comes from the top, glistening under the light.

Curiosity gets the better of me. Flattening my tongue, I lick it away, tasting him. The male muskiness covers my tongue, and I moan. I didn’t expect to like it—but I do.

My tongue plays with the bar and two metal balls across the tip of his dick. It clinks against my teeth as I nibble and he jumps. Opening my mouth, I take as much of him in as I can. His girth is too much, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat.

He jerks in my periphery, and I look up, his muscles straining against the chains. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but now I’m glad I did it. Anger flickers behind that mask.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says, lips wet.

Smiling softly, I dart my tongue out, lapping it over his piercings, to the head of his cock, and down. His whole body trembles with restraint, and I giggle.

“You’re enjoying this. I’m at your mercy, and you can do whatever you want.”

I wink and sign, “Yes.”

Ello said Tommaso knows ASL, and he nods, dropping his head back. “Great.”

Taking him back into my mouth, I experiment. I flatten my tongue again, allowing him further back. His hips thrust upward, and I choke, spitting on him.

“Shit,” he curses. “I didn’t mean—it felt really good. I’m sorry.”

Spit drips off my chin. Swiping my thumb into it, I climb back into his lap, smearing his lips with it. Then, gripping his head back, I let what’s left in my mouth fall into his.

He moans, surging upright, to kiss me. Our tongues clash, and our teeth smack together as we fight for dominance. His cock brushes my sensitive pussy and I jolt.

Dio. It’s the first time I’ve felt that before.

“Use me,” he begs. “Please. Use me, little bunny. I’m giving you this one chance to take whatever you want from me. After this, all bets are off.”

One chance? Makes sense. We’ll never see each other again.

Positioning myself on my knees, I grip him and line him up to my entrance. His eyes lock on where we meet, and I grind against him. He slides through my folds and drops his head back. A vein throbs in his neck.

“Jesus fuck, if I die here, just leave me. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

His tip notches inside me, and I inhale. This isn’t the same as when my stalker used his gun on me. He barely pressed into me. If I go through with this, though, I break every vow given on my behalf. Every promise is thrown out the window, and I am no longer a pawn in my brother’s game.

Good enough for me.