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When the elevator door opens, subtle shades of white and red lighting pull me into the room. The entire space exudes passion, power, dominance, and raw sexual energy. The X-shaped cross on one wall has my imagination running wild.
Two armchairs sit across from it with a small table between them. My attention hops from one area of the room to another. It's neat, intimidating, and has my curiosity soaring through the roof.
Who is this for?
Four posts frame the platform bed with an iron headboard bolted to the wall. There are three steps making up the bottom of the bed's platform. A black leather bench stretches across the foot of the bed that beckons me to look inside.
The sound of my heart thumping against my eardrums consumes me as I look into the bench. An assortment of toys and things that can pass as weapons stare back at me. A ferocious-looking whip, heavy handled with a braid that branches into three strands with small knobs at the end looks too tantalizing to leave alone.
"Who the fuck did I marry?" I ask myself.
I lose myself, sifting through the bench's items, when I hear footsteps approaching. I practically leap out of my skin when Alessandro appears behind me. He grabs me by the wrist, hard and possessive, snatching the whip out of my hand. The swiftness of his movements catches me off guard. It takes more than a few seconds to see what he's done.
My wrist is cuffed to the bedpost with Alessandro's dominant gaze locking onto me like a predator to his prey. A shudder ripples through my body as I picture the myriad of ways he could devour me.
5
ALESSANDRO
There's a flash of curiosity, lust, and then outright anger in Evelyn's eyes once she sees the metal cuff securing her to the bed. She has horrible observation skills, and that will not do. The fact that I've been watching her for the past ten minutes as she rifles through my private playroom gives me an inkling as to why her family keeps her in the dark.
"If you're going to sneak around and snoop through my belongings, mio dolce, you should at least be aware of whether someone's watching you."
"I wasn't snooping. Take this cuff off me right now, Alessandro. As your wife, I demand it."
That brings an unexpected smile to my face, drawing me closer to her. I wrap an arm around her waist. Every impulse has my cock growing hard, but I manage to keep myself under control. However, I can't let this moment pass. She's too damn tempting.
"As my wife, I demand a kiss for your release."
The smirk spreading across her face with a slight roll of her eyes tells me that she's enjoying this, too. A small huff passes from those supple lips as she closes her eyes and leans close to me. There's a rolling sensation of arousal battling with the logic of all this. I let myself capture her mouth.
The first kiss in the church was in front of too many people. Now that we're alone, I want to show her what kissing me truly feels like. My tongue slides between the softest lips I've ever kissed. When our tongues gently nudge against each other, the dam breaks, letting go of everything I want to hold back.
My body betrays its directive to behave and remain unattached. Don't fall for Evelyn Rossi. She'll get too close. She'll get hurt. Even worse, she can hurt me.
My brain shuts off as my urges take over. The taste of her tongue passing over mine drives my hand up to her hair, as soft as I imagined. My fingers graze her scalp and palm the back of her head. I release her cuffed hand, but it throws her off balance, sending her to the bed.
I'm ready to sample my wife. Mio dolce.
With my hand still cradling the back of her head, Evelyn arches that tight little body into mine while we indulge in a true kiss as husband and wife. My cock is no longer flaccid, pressing against the crotch of my pants. I want to feel every inch of myself buried inside her sweet walls.
The minute she moans, it's like music to my ears. My mouth breaks the kiss to trace a line under her chin and down to the side of her neck. A noise, like a soft whimper, but then she does it. She moans my name. "Alessandro."
Fuck.
I pull away from her, running my fingers through my hair and backing up until I hit the wall. "We need rules."
"Agreed," she replies, equally panting and touching her thoroughly kissed lips. "Rule number one, don't kiss me like that if you can't finish what you start."
She's going to be the death of me with a mouth like that.
"You have no idea how hard it is not finishing."
Her eyes travel down my body, zeroing in on my pants as she bites her lower lip. "I can see exactly how hard it is."
Having to suppress what I truly want to do to her in this playroom is taking every ounce of strength. "Don't distract me, mio dolce."
"I could ask you the same. Can you tell me what this treaty's going to accomplish? I'd be a much better wife if I knew what was going on out there."
