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Tied Up Don

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CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE

VERONA, ITALY

Dante’s arms wrapped around me like iron as he lifted me from the desk, our bodies still slick and connected, his cum leaking down my thighs.

“Not enough, amore mio,” he growled, voice rough with that pent-up frustration from two weeks apart. “I need more of you. All fucking night.”

I laughed, breathless, nipping his shoulder as he carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

The massive bed waited, sheets rumpled from our earlier neglect. He dropped me onto the silk, his eyes dark and hungry, cock already twitching back to life. But I wasn’t done playing.

“Remember my promise, tesoro?” I purred, pushing him down onto his back. “You did good. Now, let me reward you.”

He smirked, that dangerous Mafia don glint in his eyes, but he let me take control, for now.

I grabbed the silk ropes from the nightstand, tying his wrists to the headboard, tight enough to hol
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