Che fanculo!
Her vulnerability undoes me. I’ve had my share of women—nameless encounters, faceless passion, morning departures.Love is a gamble I can’t afford to take. Not after losing the people I loved most.
So why does her admission feel like it’s unlocking something I’ve kept buried since childhood?
Katie fidgets with her hands before meeting my gaze. “I want to feel… desired. I want you to give me an orgasm. Please.”
My teeth grind. I bite my cheek so hard I taste blood. “Katie, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do.” The pure conviction in her snaps the last thread of my control.
Because she’s not just asking for pleasure. She’s asking me to see her, to know her in a way no one else has. The thought of being the one to bring her to climax—her first time—makes my blood pound so hard I sense it behind my eyes.
Before I can stop myself, I reach for her hand. She stares up at me, pupils blown wide, and I long to kiss her. No, not kiss. Fucking consume her until she can’t escape me.
“Where are we going?” Her voice shakes.
“Wine cellar.”
“I’ve already seen—”
“Not this one.”
I drag her down the hidden path, my fingers locked around hers. Every step feels like marching to my own execution, because the second she lets me touch her, I’m done for.
The ancient cellar door shuts behind us like it’s sealing our fate. Darkness swallows us whole. I flip the switch, and the dim light reveals a private sanctuary. Rows of timeworn barrels line the walls, ready to witness whatever happens next. The air, cool and thick, is perfumed with the rich, musky scent of aged oak, sweet wine-soaked wood, and damp stone. It’s a secret place where each breath feels decadent, and every shadow invites dark deeds.
Katie lingers at the threshold, her eyes filled with a blend of vulnerability and hunger. She looks like prey about to be captured, torn between the instinct to flee and the undeniable pull to stay.
“Is this where you murder me?”
“Perhaps. It’ll be death by multiple orgasms. Are you ready to die?”
Her breath catches as I stalk toward her, giving her time to flee. She doesn’t move an inch. Just watches me with those green eyes that haunt my dreams.
A voice in my head screams to tell her to run. To find someone better, someone whole.
But I’m too far gone. Hell, it’s been like this since that first fiery glare in that hotel bar.
I stop when we’re toe to toe. My thumb traces her jaw, tilting her face up. “Last chance, principessa.”
“I trust you.”
Three simple words. A bomb ignites within me.
“Say it,” I murmur. “Admit what you want.”
She swallows hard but meets my eyes. “I want you to touch me.”
Cristo Santo.
The words hit me like a physical blow. Every woman I’ve been with played the game—made me chase, made me work. But Katie? She hands me her trust like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
It’s not. I know how much it costs her to surrender control. To let someone else take the reins.
“You’ve been thinking about this.” I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her pupils dilate. “Imagining my hands on you. My mouth.”
Silence. The pink staining her cheeks tells me everything.