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“You’re not in control here, Lorenzo.”

“Neither are you, but we can pretend, can’t we?” He dipped his head lower, his mouth hovering over the swell of my breast.

I pushed down his sweats. His cock sprung from its restraints, a series of metal bars on the sensitive underside of it. He had a Jacob’s ladder piercing. I could only imagine what it would feel like as he fucked me, a mixture of pain and pleasure intertwined. His cock throbbed with need as I wrapped my hand around him, my touch firm but gentle. “Fuck, Ana.” He moaned, his head falling against mine as I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe,” I responded, our eyes meeting for a second. My confidence soared as my touch weakened him slowly.

“Then get on your knees and suck my cock, wife,” he ordered.

For once, I didn't fight against him. I didn't even hesitate, I was fully aware that I could turn the tables on him just as he had done to me earlier that day. I slowly sank to my knees, flicking out my tongue, the tip grazing the first bar and sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. A secretive smile played on my lips, knowing I would make him savour every electrifying second. My warm breath ghosted over each bar as I took him into my mouth, moving slowly at first, wanting him to become as lost in the moment as I had been that morning.

Teasing his sensitive skin beneath the cool metal, he let out a deep groan. His fingers tangled tightly in my hair, pulling me closer. My mouth travelled rhythmically up and down the length of his cock, while my hand firmly gripped the base, both working in perfect harmony. Each calculated movement was deliberate, and designed to push him closer to an explosive climax, sending him rocketing over the edge with pleasure.

Slowly, inch by inch, I took him deeper as he thrusted into my mouth. His hips moved, trying to take control but I wouldn’t let him have it. I quickly regained dominance whilst tracing the length of his cock with my tongue in a way that had him cursing my name repeatedly. I sucked gently as my cheeks hollowed. His fist tightened and I knew I had him where I wanted him. I gripped the backs of his thighs as tears sprung to my eyes.

“Good girl.” His voice was hoarse as his eyes burned into me. He was enjoying watching me on my knees for him. “I never knew my wife would be able to take me so well.” I moaned around his length, enjoying knowing I could get him off any way I wanted.

He pulled my mouth from him by my hair, my lips swollen and ready for more. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Don’t waste a drop.” I slid my mouth down his cock once more, listening to the sound of his moans filling the air around us.

“Fuck!” he hissed as I dug my nails into his skin.

His cock twitched against my tongue. He was close. Taking him deeper than before, I pushed him over the edge. His body tensed as his come hit the back of my throat.

“Ana.” He roared his release, my scalp burning beneath his hold as he tightened his fist.

His breaths came out ragged as I pulled my mouth from his cock, swallowing every last drop just like he wanted.

“I think,” he said, his voice steady despite his heaving breaths, “that I’ve underestimated you for the last time.”

I rose to my feet, my body flush with satisfaction as I felt as though I was back on top—right where I needed to be. But as our eyes met, I saw something beyond this game we played, beyond the power dynamics and the unspoken challenges. There was something hidden deep within his. Maybe it was a spark or a glimpse of a connection that threatened to unravel every single thing.

“Take my top. I don’t know who you’ll bump into at this time of night.” He gave me no time to respond as he slipped it over my head. “Don’t take that as me caring. I just don’t feel like murdering any of my men tonight because they saw you half naked.”

“Such a gentleman.” I scoffed, feeling as though we were back to how we were earlier.

“I’m anything but one of those.” He pulled up his sweats without taking his eyes off of me.

“Trust me, I know.” I grabbed my knives and water bottle before making my way to the door.

“Ana,” he called after me.

“Yeah?”

“This weekend, we have a dinner to attend. Your father will be in attendance.” He breathed. “You will play the part of my loving wife. We cannot look like anything other than what people expect.”

“And what might that be?” I didn’t turn around. I kept my back to him as he spoke.

“My alliances expect perfection, especially since we’re a newly married couple.” There was a warning in his voice. I had to hide my laughter at the seriousness.

“We’re anything but perfect.” I scoffed. “My behaviour all depends on my mood, and I have no idea what mood I’ll be in come the weekend.”

“Anastacia,” he warned.

“Goodnight, Lorenzo.” I waved my hand over my shoulder and left him standing alone, just as he preferred to be.

What was that tonight?

I must have been out of my damn mind.