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2025-02-27 16:00:32PROLOGUE
MIGUEL
The room was dim, shadows licking the walls as the single lamp cast a golden glow over Salvatore’s broad frame. He stood some feet away, shirt unbuttoned, that dagger tattoo peeking out beneath his collarbone.
I swallowed loudly as his amber eyes burned into me like I was the only thing in the world worth devouring. My breath hitched, my chest getting tight with a mix of want and dread. I’d never done this, never let anyone tie me up, or trusted anyone to take me apart like he promised.
My hands trembled as I stood by the bed, the silk ropes coiled on the mattress making my stomach twist. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if I broke?
“Shh,” Salvatore murmured, his voice a low rumble that slid over my skin like a caress. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you.” His touch was firm but gentle as he tilted my chin up so I had to meet that smoldering gaze.
The fire in his eyes was patient like he’d wait forever if it meant having me like this. My heart pounded; fear clawed at me, but his calm seeped in, loosening the knot in my chest.
I gasped as he peeled off his clothes, his cock springing free as he bounced towards me.
He guided me to the bed, muttering soft curses as he looped the ropes around my wrists and bound them above my head. The silk was soft, but it held me tight, and I tugged once to test it, panic hitting me as I realized I couldn’t move.
“I—I don’t know if I can,” I rasped, voice shaky, my curls falling into my eyes. Salvatore leaned in. Fire licked my skin as he kissed my neck.
“You can,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me show you how good it feels to let go.”
His fingers trailed down my chest, slow, deliberate, igniting sparks that made me squirm. He unbuttoned my jeans, peeling them off, leaving me bare under his stare. I was vulnerable, exposed, and fuck, it burned.
That look of pure hunger in his eyes melted me. He wanted me badly, and it was a fire I couldn’t escape. His hand slid lower, teasing me, making me gasp as I jerked my hips as he pressed himself against me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled, his teeth grazing my left nipple. Heat zapped through me, and I moaned softly. That was all it took for Salvatore to let go. He turned me over, fixing me on all fours, leaving my body bare to his scrutiny.
The first slap came soft, his palm grazing my thigh, testing me. I tensed, but he soothed it with a kiss to my back, until I was melting under him.
Then he pulled away for a moment and I had to look back to see where he had gone. He was gazing at my hole, swallowing thickly. “Count for me,” he said, and before I could process it, his hand cracked down on my ass. The jolt ripped a yelp from my throat. My skin blazed, fear mingling with a rush I didn’t expect as I pulled on the restraint around my hands.
When he smiled and raised his hand again, I closed my eyes, moaning as he smacked my other ass cheek.
“It feels so good,” I confessed, biting my bottom lip as he smacked me again. Without warning, he dived down, his breath warm against my skin as he sank his face into my ass. My eyes widened as his tongue breached me, sparkles
of stars swimming in my vision…
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