Fabrizio’s POV
The sight of her beneath me, wrists bound, body writhing with need, is enough to drive me mad. She’s mine—completely and utterly—and tonight, I’m going to remind her of that. I’ve already pushed her further than I ever have before, and the way her body responds to every touch, every command, is f*****g perfect.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her skin flushed, her eyes half-lidded with lust. I’ve pushed her to the edge and back, but I’m not done with her. Not yet.
I run my hand over her trembling body, watching as she reacts to every touch, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. The clamps on her n*****s tug with every movement, and I can see the mix of pain and pleasure in her eyes. f**k, I love that look—the one that says she’ll do anythin
