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I’m not sure what happens next. But I have some hopes.

He grips my ankles while he teases his rock-hard cock over my slit. He won’t put it in.Why?

Ihatewhen he teases me so close to an orgasm.

“Fuck me, Trino,” I beg, and he grunts his displeasure.

When I go to speak again, he shoves the garter deep into my mouth and my body tenses the moment his warm lips cup my entire slit, then when his tongue slithers in, I’m dead. He claws into my thighs – more souvenirs for tomorrow.

Put it in,I beg in my head, scrunching my toes.Please.

I’m about to cum.Right there.

My mind goes blank and my eyes widen when he stops.

Feeling him stand again, I’m at a loss. He’s being a dick, now. It’s like our first time messing around again.“Mph!”

Something inches into my second hole. No. That’s been off limits.

He sticks his lubed-up toy in a little deeper, testing my reaction. Every uncomfortable cell in my body is telling me to nod, but the overwhelming pleasure from before lingers. The hope to climax.

Trino’s a freakin’ sex genius. Goading me into—

He shoves his cock into my slit, and I moan loud, letting it all out. He takes it as a sign to shove his little toy all the way in at the same time. I’m being double-penetrated, again feeling fucked by two Trinos at once.

Bring it on.

Thrusting my pelvis tells him a whole story of what he’s doing to me. Feeling the wetness of his pre-cum and my slit, while being penetrated… blindfolded. I’m being fucked by my captor. The dark side of my husband.

I surrender.

Make me cum ten times.

Fuck me.

Put a baby in me.

Do whatever you want.

Chapter 31

Tristano

I never expected to be standing up at an altar in front of hundreds of people, waiting for a woman that annoyed me half-to-death when I first met her.

But here I am.

Capri is everything to me. And I’m fucking privileged to be on the other side of this aisle, waiting for her to be delivered in white.

Thinking about those hours she was trapped in Nicky’s dungeon still makes my chest tighten.

She’s safe,I remind myself.

Eyeing all these bright lights and endless eyes on me feels like some fucked up dream. Not really my speed, if I’m being honest. The shadowy thoughts in my head run to our half-assed little wedding in Bumblefuck, Pennsylvania. I can’t believe a part of me actually cherishes that frustrating morning…

Rays of sunlight peeking through the open windows at the church should probably be burning me alive right about now. God doesn’t have a plan for people like me. Too much blood on my hands. Thanks for letting me visit though, I guess.

One look around shows a crowd of long-forgotten faces. Haven’t seen half these people since I was a kid, back when my mom was with us. Mrs. Maruzo, John and Steph Boccelli – they all scolded me for misbehaving at one point or another. Water under the bridge, I guess. At least over there in the first row, my dad seems happy about all this, even though he’s coughing up a lung.