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“No touching until it’s healed or Nico will lose his mind,” I admonish her when she tries to trace her fingertips along it. “He’s only given me permission to take the dressing off for an hour.”

“It’s stunning,mio re.”

My heart pounds in my chest and I swear it skips a beat when I see her expression light up, realising what it means.

“Collared,” she says in a shaky breath.

I swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “I know I should have asked your permission, but this is what I want to offer you. All of me, exactly how I am, bound to you.”

She stands and walks around me, inspecting the collar. She moans at my back when she finds the section where Nico has delicately woven her name into the strands of the rope.

Her hot breath flits over the shell of my ear as she speaks. “Nothing would give me more pleasure than to claim you as mine.”

The groan of satisfaction that steals itself from my lips is more rumble than anything else. Her hands roam over the thick cords and complex lattice of bindings across my torso. I don’t know whose breath sounds more ragged, hers or mine? My arms are bound in an elbow tie and I feel the tension against the ropes as she pulls them up.

“Stand. Think you deserve a special thanks for such a considerate gift,mio re.”

Once I’m standing, she pushes me towards the sofa and turns me to face her, dropping low to unbutton my fly and strip my jeans. I didn’t bother with underwear, choosing instead to relish the friction of the denim seams against the hard-on she’s coaxed from me.

My cock springs up as it catches on the rough waistband. She taps each ankle to get me to lift my feet clear and tosses the jeans to the side. As she stands, she rakes her nails up my legs, taking a moment to dig them into my thighs before one hand alters course.

Aurora drags a knuckle along the underside of my cock before palming it firmly and asking. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Don Bianchi,” I purr in response. Losing myself to the gentle squeeze of her palm and the tease when she releases me from her grip and pushes me down onto the sofa. My shoulders complain at the tight stretch when my arms are trapped against the cushions, but the restriction adds to the exquisite feeling of submission.

“Be a good boy and stay,” she says as she unveils herself.First, she lifts off her tank and tosses it to the side, then she shimmies out of the skintight leggings she has on, leaving her standing proudly in the most tantalising jade green negligee. Reaching behind her back, she makes short work of her bra, before rolling her panties down to her ankles.

She kicks them away, and with an almost feline slink, she climbs onto my lap, lining herself up with my weeping cock. She wraps her hand around the base and rolls her wrist, dragging my crown through her slick folds. I rock, leaning forward, eager to show her how wild she’s driving me. Desperate to tease her lips open and ravage her.

Careful not to touch the tattoo, she clamps a vice-like grip around my jaw. “So impatient. Where are your manners?”

“Please, Don Bianchi. Kiss me. Claim me. Take me,” I beg, unable to control myself when she circles the tip of my dick against her clit and bites her plump bottom lip.

She moans as she flexes her hips, and in one fluid motion sinks down, taking every inch of my sanity along with my cock. Threading her fingers through the crosshatch of ropes, she uses her grip as leverage to ride me in long, snaking motions. Building from a sinfully slow body roll to a frenzied grind as she reaches her peak, screaming my name as she comes.

It takes everything I’ve got to stave off my orgasm, knowing full well by now that I have to wait for her command. Only when her pussy stops clamping down on my aching dick does she finally give me permission.

“Come for me,mio re,” she demands, lifting to her knees only to sink down, filling herself to the hilt and setting a brutal pace. Fucking herself full and pulling a broken cry from my lips as I come hard.

I’m little more than a string of whimpers and moans as she reaches behind me and releases the arm tie. Placing my hands on the tops of her thighs, my eyes roll back in my head as myhead drops on the top of the sofa cushion. My softening cock slips from her heat when she kneels up and cups my cheek, demanding my focus.

“Such a good fucking boy for me.”

Her fingertips trace a pattern over my forehead, along my eyebrows, and down my cheeks, dancing her long nails along the ridge of my jaw. I wrap my arms around her before exploring every curve.

Her eyes glisten in the light of the dying fire, jewel green and shimmering with the golden flecks that have brought light back into my life.

“I love you, Aurora.” It’s not a statement. It’s a promise. “Now and for always.”

“Now and for always, Enzo.”

EPILOGUE

AURORA

SIX MONTHS LATER…

It’s been a fucking long day. One of our suppliers decided to get into a pissing contest with me in front of Enzo. That did not work out well for him. There’s nothing sexier than watching a man branded with your name pull a gun on someone who disrespects you.

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