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“I’m giving you what you want.” He gently kisses my sex, and I grab his shoulders to steady myself. His warm breath wafts against my inner thighs as he spreads them apart, his hands roaming to my knee and easing it over his shoulder.

“Nicoli,” I pant, moaning out loud when he slips his tongue through my folds, giving one long, leisurely stroke that sends a thousand volts of electricity up and down my spine. He continues to entice me with his tongue, expertly licking and teasing every inch of aroused flesh until I’m a shuddering mess and can no longer keep myself up.

He sucks my clit between his luscious lips, and I’m sure I’m one stroke away from an orgasm when he lets go of my knee and straightens in front of me.

“You’re not serious?” I whimper.

He wipes the glisten from his mouth, his expression dark and wicked. “You’re not allowed to come…yet.” He takes my hand and leads me inside the room, my skin hyperaware of the cool air.

The room is perfumed with a sultry fragrance. Vanilla overwhelms my senses and caresses my hypersensitive skin, with a hint of ginger that tickles my nose and sends shivers down my spine. The room is dimly lit with a weak yellow-orange glow that mimics candlelight. Shadows cling to the dark plum walls, the air thick with seduction that drips over me like warm honey.

My body is lit. My insides are molten lava. My pulse thrums in my temples, and my arousal is spread thick between my thighs.

The floor is covered with a plush black carpet, intricately woven with fine velvet threads. The furniture is elegant and ornate, with gold and silver accents. It’s as if I had been transported to a world of luxury and pleasure, the warmth and comfort of the room inviting me to stay between these walls forever.

In the center is a large four-poster bed turned to face the other end of the room. I can see the black sheets drape around the edges, the tufted headboard the same plum purple as the walls.

I take a few steps forward, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. My hand reaches out to stroke the soft velvet of an armchair beside me, smoothing my palm down along the top edge. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his eyes on me. Nicoli is behind me, watching my every move, studying me with the intent to drag me out of here at the faintest sign of unease.

I turn to face him, his blue eyes gazing intensely at me. His jet-black hair is slicked back, making him look even more dangerous and alluring. “We can stop this at any time. Just say the word.”

“I don’t even know what this is yet.”

He removes his jacket, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt one by one, and I stare at his fingers, knowing exactly what they feel like against me.

“This is me trying to give you a taste of a life I had robbed from you until now.”

“Nicoli, you’re not making any sense.”

“Close your eyes.”

“What are you going—”

“Close your eyes, Mirabella.” His gravelly tone sends ripples along the back of my neck, and as I close my eyes, I feel his hands on my elbows, slowly easing me forward. With every step I take in the darkness, my heart thrums with a sensual thrill filling my blood.

My knees brush what feels like the edge of the bed, and we stop, his fingertips softly tracing my shoulder blades. My breath hitches in anticipation, and I feel his lips touch my ear. “Open your eyes.”

As my eyes flutter open, a gasp leaves my lips as I take in the sight, my mind momentarily stunned into utter silence.

“Is that…”

“Hello, Mirabella.”

“Rome?” I glance up at Nicoli in silent question, and he simply nods. My hands are trembling as I take it all in. Rome is on the bed naked with his back against the tufted headboard, and he’s wearing a black silk mask.

Nicoli’s lips brush along my shoulder. “Play with us tonight, Hummingbird,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

“What are you saying?”

Nicoli rolls his hips, pressing his hard-on against my ass, his lips kissing up the side of my neck until he reaches my earlobe. “I want to share you tonight.”

“With Rome?”

“Yes. I want to give you one night of sexual pleasure without any limitations. One night of feeding all your desires.”

My heart races as images and fantasies of wicked pleasures fill my mind, and I take a deep breath, my gaze roaming over Rome’s body. His muscles bulge as he shifts his weight, his cock already hard and ready.

“Say yes, Hummingbird,” he rasps against my neck, his hands moving between us as he loosens his pants. “One night without any consequences. One. Night.”

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