❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he...
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P A R I S
As Luciano shuts the door to his playroom, the air in the room feels heavier. My heart pounds and my skin prickles with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Am I really here?
Are we really about to do this?
Luciano turns to me, and his dark eyes pierce through me, making my knees threaten to give way.
"Take off your clothes." He orders, his voice rough and so commanding it sends a pulse of heat straight to my pussy.
My fingers shake as I reach for the zipper of my dress. His eyes never leave me, watching closely. I slide the fabric down my body, letting it pool at my feet. The cool air kisses my skin, and I shiver.
I slip off my thong and step out of it, standing completely naked. My heart hammers in my chest as his gaze sweeps over me, drinking in every curve and detail like he's memorizing me.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low, gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. "And completely mine. Every fucking inch of you."
His words send a bolt of arousal through me, and I press my thighs together, desperate for relief. He starts circling me, his dark gaze roaming over my body like a predator stalking its prey. His scrutiny makes me feel vulnerable, laid bare in every sense, but also thrillingly alive.
He stops in front of me, his towering frame overwhelming. Slowly, he reaches out, his fingers grazing my collarbone, trailing down to my breast. His touch is featherlight, but it sets my skin on fire.
"Do you understand what this means, amore mio?" He asks, and I swallow hard, my throat dry.
"I... I think so." I stammer, my body trembling as his fingers continue their slow exploration, sliding over my waist, tracing down to my hip, before finally teasing my sensitive slit.
"Then let me explain, piccola. BDSM isn't just about chains and whips," he begins, dragging his fingers leisurely through my wet folds, making me squirm. "You're not just giving me your body, Paris. You're giving me your trust. Your submission. And in return, I'll take care of you. Protect you. Worship you."
Violent shivers wrack my body and a moan slips from my lips when his fingers sink into me, stretching my pussy with maddening slowness. He moves them languidly, torturing me with agonizing thrusts while his thumb works in tight, sluggish circles on my clit.
I clamp my thighs around his hand, desperate to keep him close, my hips grinding helplessly against him in search of more. He watches me writhe, his smirk dark and twisted, not playful but predatory-like a hunter toying with his prey.
"If we do this," he continues, his voice softening. "There's no going back. I'll take you apart, piece by piece, and put you back together. It's not about me controlling you-it's about you surrendering to me. There's a difference. Do you understand?"
