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“Let’s call this a way to seal the deal.”

“You’re seriously deranged.”

“Play with me, Lucy.” He kisses my neck. Then my ear. And god damn it, I want to give in.

“I want to hear you say that you won’t ever ask me to leave you again. Then maybe I’ll give in.”

His chuckle is like fire and ice in my veins. I’m vibrating with need, but I can’t let that distract me.

“I promise, baby. I won’t ever ask you to leave me again. I’m a selfish bastard, after all.”

“All right, fine.” I run my fingers through his hair. “What do you need me to do?”

Chapter 40

Lucy

Everything is pitch black.

I feel sheets underneath me and a big fluffy mattress. It’s our bed. Everything smells like him. The blindfold is silky and tied tight. No light leaks around the edges. I hear a noise machine playing fan sounds, and I think that’s him breathing nearby, but I can’t be sure. The silk cord around my wrists is tight enough that I can’t get free. I’m lying on my belly, face turned to the side, breathing slowly.

I’m absolutely elated and a little bit terrified.

“Have you ever been at someone’s mercy like this before?”

His voice comes from somewhere on my other side. I turn my head as if I might be able to see him, but there’s only nothing. The blindfold doesn’t move an inch.

He knows what he’s doing.

“No, not really.”

“Have you ever had your senses removed?” I shiver as something light strokes down my back. I’m wearing only my bra andpanties. It’s his finger, his skin warm along my naked spine. “Have you ever felt so exposed?”

“No,” I whisper, shivering with arousal. His finger moves to my ass, over my panties, teasing down between my legs. I let out a little whimper, but he stops and doesn’t give me more. “Adriano,” I whine.

“This is about finding your limits.” His voice is a little further away. “Can you handle that, Lucy?”

Honestly?

I have no clue.

Sometimes this man scares the hell out of me.

But there’s one truth I can hold on to in all of this: he’ll never hurt me. Not unless the hurt is a part of the pleasure.

“Yes,” I say.

Then something sharp slaps my ass. I gasp in shock. It wasn’t his hand. His palm is warm and weathered. This was sharp, hard, and so fucking cold. I writhe a little on the bed.

“It’s okay,” he says, soothing me. “It’s okay, baby.”

“What the hell was that?”

“A paddle.” It comes again. Sharper this time. I yelp in surprise, but the pain isn’t bad. He’s not hitting me hard. “You’re doing good.”

“What’s the prize at the end?”

“You know.” He leans down, his lips inches from my ear. I can’t see him, but I can smell him. I can feel his breath. And I can almost taste him on my lips. “Your complete and total undoing.”

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