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CHAPTER 89: CELIBACY

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TRISTAN'S POV

Giovanni stood before me, his broad chest bare, the faint glow catching the ridges of muscle along his ribs, the dark trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his trousers. His presence filled the room—thick, suffocating, like the scent of aged whiskey and leather that clung to the air. I was already naked, my skin prickling under the weight of his gaze, every inch of me exposed and aching for his touch. My cock twitched, half-hard just from the way he looked at me—like I was something to be used, broken, owned.

His voice cut through the silence, deep and unyielding. "Kneel."

I didn’t hesitate. My knees hit the Persian rug with a dull thud, the fibers rough against my skin. The position stretched me open, vulnerable, my hands resting on my thighs, my back straight. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing the line of my spine, the curve of my ass, the way my shoulders tensed with anticipation. But I didn’t look up. Not yet. I knew the rules.

"Eyes on me," he command
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