Page 103 of Dirty Mafia Torment
“I think you show that Big Bad Wolf exactly what you want.”
Everything stills.
Why not? Why the heck not, Fina?
“Bondage is a huge kink,” I confess.
Camilla gasps.
Bianca’s eyes light up. “Have you been tied up?”
I bite my lip.
“She has,” Camilla whispers, her tone full of reverence.
“Twice,” I admit. “And once, I had my girlfriend tie me up so I could send pictures to a guy. Total thirst trap.”
“Aren’t you naughty?” Bianca purrs. “This is good.”
“Did it work?” Camilla asks, practically vibrating.
“Work?”
“Did you get his attention?”
“Like a charm.” I smile, remembering nearly running Renzo over in my father’s car. I crushed on him so hard for years. He was my first. My only.
Until he wasn’t.
But if that’s true, why follow him around Rome? Why the urgent push to rush back to the farm?
“I like to watch,” Camilla murmurs.
My lips part.
Bianca’s eyebrows hit the ceiling.
We both stare at Camilla, who suddenly looks like she just shared the secrets of the universe.
“I only worked up the nerve to do it once,” she shyly admits.
“There’s this club with a back room…” Bianca bursts out.
I only half hear her. My mind is tangled in a fight between “I shouldn’t” versus “why not?”
He’s the worst man to be in a relationship with—or nearly marry.
But the perfect man to experiment with.
If I can’t tell my friends the whole truth, then at the very least, I need to be honest with myself.
Why not push boundaries with a man who has none?
Excitement licksup my spine as I exit the bus. I hate it, almost as much as I despise the man handcuffed in the barn. Still,my pace doesn’t slow until I’m standing outside, trying to compose myself.
You’re better than this, Fina.
Breath finally calm, I push the door open and slip inside.
