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As usual, restaurant guests whisper as I pass by. Even though I had just a few bites of lunch, I feel like this “wrap dress” is going to unravel in front of everyone.

I find the private restroom at the end of a short hallway and push the door open.

The space is the size of a large walk-in closet, all black marble and gold fixtures.

I step inside, heart already beating faster, and turn to close the door behind me.

Looking in the mirror, I admire the unusual, collar-like shape of the necklace. But what does it mean?

The door opens again almost immediately. Lorenzo slips in beside me. “And now, I have you alone,” he says, locking the door.

An odd wave of fear combined with intense sexual desire washes over me as he steps up behind me. His large hands rest on my shoulders as his dark eyes catch mine in the glass.

Then his thumb traces the cool, interlocking gold ribbons against my throat.

“To the average person, this is just a piece of bespoke luxury jewelry,” he whispers against my ear, his fingers skimming the row of tiny locks along my nape.

“But between us, Emily? It’s a collar. Once those clasps click, there’s no second-guessing the man you belong to. You know what accepting this means, don’t you?”

Before I can answer, Lorenzo speaks for me.

“It means you’re mine,” he growls hungrily. “Now spin.”

I have no idea what he means until his fingers snag the loose end of the black band Antoine wrapped around my waist. He gives it a firm, controlling tug that pulls me an inch closer before he anchors his hand in place.

“Spin,” he repeats.

I turn on my heels.

He holds the fabric taut as I rotate, the three-inch black ribbon unwinding from my body in a continuous spiral—peeling away layer by layer until I am left standing open and exposed beneath his gaze.

Lorenzo lifts me up and sits me down on the black marble counter around the sink. I feel its cold surface on my naked butt.

“I want you now,” he says. “But you must do one thing.”

I’m almost too terrified to ask what it is.

Without warning, he reaches behind my head and pulls my great-aunt’s gold pin from my updo.

I gasp as my auburn hair comes tumbling down.

At the moment of my gasp, he spins me so I’m facing the mirror. Lorenzo steps up behind me

Then I hear him unzip.

My pussy is juicy with anticipation of what’s to come for him.

Then he takes me by the hips and bends me so my nipples are low on the hard marble surface.

I feel his cock against my rear entrance. Pressure. Then heat as he nudges against my tight hole.

A slow, deliberate claim that makes my breath catch.

The way he nudges this sensitive area with the hard tip of his cock, moist with pre-cum, feels good … but oh so wicked.

Naughty.

Forbidden.