FAZER LOGINI stayed in bed for a long time after he left, staring at the ceiling with my body still aching and my pussy throbbing with need. He had teased me so perfectly, brought me right to the edge and then walked away like it was nothing. My clit felt swollen and sensitive. Every small shift of my thighs made me bite my lip to hold back a whimper. I hated how desperate I felt. Hated how my own husband could leave me like this and still have me dripping for him.Eventually I dragged myself to the bathroom. The marble tub was huge, almost like a small pool. I filled it with hot water and lowered myself in slowly, hissing as the heat touched my sore pussy and the bruises on my ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to relax. But the moment I did, memories flooded in. Last night’s rough hands. This morning’s slow tongue. The same man. The same eyes. Yet somehow completely different.I stayed in the bath until the water cooled. When I finally got out, I wrapped myself in a soft white robe
I woke up slowly, my body heavy and aching in the most intimate places. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass, warm and golden across the white sheets. For a moment I forgot where I was. Then the soreness hit me all at once. Deep bruises on my hips. My ass still stung from his palm. Between my legs I felt swollen and tender, used hard. Dried cum stuck to my inner thighs. I shifted and winced, a soft whimper escaping me.Last night had been brutal. He had tied my wrists, spanked me, pulled my hair, and fucked me like he wanted to break me. And I had come so hard I cried. The memory made my face burn with shame even now.I sat up carefully, pulling the sheet over my bare breasts. The silk tie he had used on my wrists lay on the pillow beside me. I touched it with trembling fingers. My husband. Massimo Caruso. The man who now owned every part of me according to that contract.The double doors opened quietly.I tensed, heart jumping into my throat.He walked in wearing a cris
His words still burned against my ear. “You’re mine tonight.”I tried to push back against the wall, but there was nowhere to go. Massimo’s body was like warm steel behind me, his thick cock pressing hard against my ass through his trousers. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy. Part of me wanted to scream, to fight, to beg him to stop. Another part, the part that still remembered how good it felt when he was inside me that first night, was already growing wet.“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not like this.”He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my back. One of his big hands slid up my arm and caught both my wrists, pinning them above my head against the glass. With his other hand he reached down and pulled the silk tie from around his neck. The fabric whispered as he wrapped it around my wrists, tying them tightly together in a quick, practiced knot. The silk was soft but the binding was firm. I couldn’t pull my hands apart.“Massimo… wait—”“Quiet.” His voice was rou
Night had fallen over the Caruso villa. The infinity pool glowed a soft, eerie blue beyond the glass wall of the master suite while the dark sea crashed against the cliffs far below. I had been pacing the enormous room for what felt like hours, still wearing the same damp clothes from the morning. The tall enforcer had brought food earlier, but I barely touched it. My stomach was in knots.I kept wondering if I had made a terrible mistake by getting into that black SUV. By signing that contract. By agreeing to marry a man whose face I had barely seen clearly in the dark. What kind of life was this? Traded from one powerful family to another like a piece of furniture. At least with the Rossis I knew the kind of cruelty I was dealing with. Here, everything felt unknown and terrifying.The silence in the suite pressed down on me. Every small sound made me flinch, the distant roar of waves against the rocks, the low hum of the air conditioning, the occasional footsteps of guards outside.
The black SUV climbed the narrow coastal road with smooth confidence, winding higher along the Amalfi cliffs. I sat in the back seat, still damp from the rain, my small leather bag resting on my lap like a sad little anchor. The heater blew warm air against my legs, but it did nothing to stop the trembling inside me. Every turn of the road made my sore body ache in new ways. The bruises on my inner thighs pressed against the fabric of my jeans, a constant reminder of the night that had destroyed my old life and delivered me into this one.We drove for almost an hour. The sea stretched out to my right, gray and restless under the heavy sky. I kept my eyes on the water, trying not to think too hard about what waited at the end of this journey. The tall man with the scarred jaw sat in the front passenger seat, he had not spoken since we left Villa Sorrentina. His silence felt heavier than any threat.When the car finally slowed and turned through a set of massive iron gates, my breath ca
The black SUVs rolled up to the estate gates less than twenty minutes after the call ended. I was still sitting on the wet curb, soaked to the bone, when three vehicles stopped in a perfect line. Their headlights cut through the heavy rain like knives. Doors opened in unison. Several men stepped out, all dressed in dark suits that somehow repelled the water. One of them, tall and broad with a scar running along his jaw, walked straight toward me. He did not speak at first. He simply offered his hand. His grip was firm but not cruel as he helped me to my feet. My legs felt weak after sitting in the cold for so long. The small leather bag hung heavily from my shoulder. He took it from me without asking and nodded toward the lead vehicle. “Come,” he said quietly. “My boss does not like to be kept waiting.” I followed him through the gates. The security that had thrown me out earlier now opened the barriers without a word. We walked up the long driveway in silence, rain still falling st







