TRISTAN'S POV
The sunlight, a brazen intruder, sliced through the gap in the curtains, stabbing me awake. I groaned, a pathetic sound swallowed by the silence of the room. Should have checked that damn curtains last night. My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself up, a symphony of aches and throbs echoing the relentless rhythm Giovanni had hammered into me.
Giovanni. A curse word whispered in the dark recesses of my mind.
I sat on the edge of the obscenely large bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, stretching limbs that felt stretched too thin. Every muscle protested, a testament to the brutal pleasure Giovanni had extracted. Pleasure? A bitter laugh escaped my lips. More like… ownership. My ass throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of his possessive claim.
My boxers felt tight. Oh great. Morning wood. Seriously? After the multiple orgasms Giovanni had wrung out of me last night, the last thing I needed was this inconvenient surge of blood.
I practically bol
