REINA
The doorbell rang at exactly eight, and my heart jumped like it knew what was coming before I did.
I’d spent the last hour getting ready slowly, deliberately, like every touch was for him. The burgundy dress clung to me like a second skin—silk so thin it pressed tightly against my n*****s every time I moved, low enough to show the soft swell of my breasts, high slit parting with every step to tease the black lace thong underneath.
No bra. Just me, bare and aching already. So ready for whatever Domenico was planning to do with me.
My hair loose in dark waves, lips painted deep red, my favorite perfume dabbed between my thighs, on my wrists, at the hollow of my throat. He would probably sniff me right there later tonight.
When I opened the door, Domenico stood there in charcoal w
