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I smirk, satisfaction flooding through me. “Good girl,” I praise her, loving the way she responds to the words. I reach down, sliding my hand over her throat, my fingers wrapping around it gently. I don’t squeeze, just hold her there, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against my palm. Her eyes widen slightly, her breath catching, but she doesn’t pull away.
“You feel so fucking good under my hands,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a low growl. “You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, knowing I could take you however I want?”
She swallows, her pulse quickening under my hand. “Yes,” she breathes. “I love it.”
I tighten my grip just a fraction, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her feel the pressure. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully.
I lean in, kissing her hard, my other hand slipping between her legs, finding her still wet and ready. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her whimper.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my fingers in and out, my thumb brushing her clit. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up, feeling my hand around your throat. You’re a natural submissive, Fee.”
She moans, her hips rocking against my hand, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. “Angelo… please…”
I release her throat, my hand moving to her hip, flipping her over onto her stomach. The handcuffs dig into her back, and I pull her up onto her knees, spreading her legs. I slide my hands over her ass, gripping it, kneading it, before bringing one hand down in a sharp smack. She gasps, her head jerking up, and I do it again, loving the red mark that blooms on her skin.
I reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out a silk scarf, tying it around her eyes. Her breathing quickens, but she doesn’tprotest. “I want you to feel everything, Fee,” I say softly. “No distractions, just sensation.”
I kiss my way down her back, my hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples, stroking her thighs. I can feel her trembling under my touch, her breath hitching with each caress. I wrap my hand around her throat again, squeezing lightly as I press my body against hers, my cock sliding between her legs, brushing against her wetness.
“You feel that?” I growl in her ear. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so hard, Fee. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I slide inside her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching, and I hold her there, buried deep, savoring the way she feels around me. I start to move, slow at first, then harder, faster, my hand still around her throat, the other gripping her hip, pulling her back against me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “You were made for this, Fee. Made to take my cock. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Her moans are loud, desperate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I tighten my grip on her throat, loving the way she gasps for breath, her body clenching around me. I reach down, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her moans turn into cries, her body shaking, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me, Fee,” I command, my voice harsh, demanding. “Come on my cock.”
She lets out a scream, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around me as she comes. The sight, the sound, the feel of her falling apart under me is too much, and I let myself go, thrusting into her hard, chasing my own release. I come with a groan, my hand tightening on her throat, holding her still as I empty myself inside her.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing heavily, her body still trembling beneath me. I gently release her wrists,pulling the cuffs and silk scarf away, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Even though we’re both damp with sweat, I hold her tightly, feeling her snuggle into me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with.
For the first time in a long time, I feel completely at peace and tumble into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning,I wake up, my hand instinctively reaching for Fee’s warm body. Instead, I’m met with cool sheets. Confused, I sit up, blinking away the last traces of sleep. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 6:23 AM. It’s early, even for Fee.
I quickly pull on some clothes and head downstairs, a knot of worry forming in my gut. As I reach the kitchen, I see her. Fee’s sitting at the table, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea, staring into space. The sight of her, so still and quiet, sends a chill through me.
“Fee? You okay?” I ask softly, not wanting to startle her.
She shrugs, not meeting my eyes.
“Is this about last night?” I venture, worry creeping into my voice. She had really seemed to enjoy it, and she held all the power, but now I’m concerned she’s regretting it.
She shakes her head. “No, last night was… I loved every moment of it.”
I sit next to her, taking her hand in mine. Her skin is cold, and I can feel a slight tremor. “Is it Jonah?”
Her eyes fill with tears as she nods, sniffling. “I can’t stop thinking about his last moments. How terrified I was when he attacked me. The look in his eyes when…”
I take a deep breath, memories of my own past surfacing. “I remember my first kill,” I say quietly. “I was younger than you—maybe nineteen or twenty. It was a rival Family’s enforcer. I thought I was ready, but nothing prepares you for that moment.”
Fee looks at me, her dark eyes wide. “What happened?”
“I pulled the trigger, watched him fall. And then I threw up in an alley and couldn’t sleep for weeks. The nightmares were brutal. I kept seeing his face, hearing the sound of the gunshot.”
“How did it go away?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
