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Chapter 97: His Diamond Stud Leash, Her Gold Collar

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-12 02:11:53

Katarina’s POV At Velmorra

I could still feel their eyes on me when I climbed the stairs, like heat. Like warning.

Valentino’s stare was a lazy stroke.

Vittorio’s? That shit burned.

I swung my hips extra slow just to tease them, just to let them know: I wasn’t done playing.

When I reached the room, I paused.

Laid out on the bed like a ritual was an outfit.

Black. Leather. Expensive. Sinful.

A long Gucci coat draped over a folded bodysuit that screamed BDSM princess. Straps. Mesh. Cutouts over the breasts. High-cut hips.

There was no bra. No panties, just sheer panels and straps and silver rings that looked made for clipping a leash..

The only thing missing was a collar and leash.

I swallowed hard. My nipples were already tight. My thighs already warm.

God, what were they turning me into?

I blinked at it for a second.

“Seriously?”

But my hands were already unbuttoning my shirt.

I stepped into the bodysuit, the cool material hugging my skin like a second mouth. My nipples poked again
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