Tabitha’s POV
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen, filled with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. The weight of the night is still on him—heavy, dark—and I know I’m about to be the release he needs. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer, and the faint scent of leather fills the air as he reaches for the restraints.
“Don’t f*****g move,” Fabrizio growls, his voice rough and commanding. “I want you completely still while I make you mine.”
My heart races as he fastens the leather cuffs around my wrists, securing them to the bedposts. The leather bites into my skin, but the pain only adds to the rush of anticipation building inside me. There’s no escape, no control—I’m his now, completely at his mercy.
He steps back for a moment, his eyes roaming over my naked body,
