Page 103 of Caruso

I reference the wanton beast he has created as he introduced me to pleasure and pain, and he grins. “Because I’m good at it, probably.”

“Too good.” I head to the shower with a self-satisfied smile. Tomorrow will be a good one; they always are.

Matteo is waiting, looking every inch the masculine billionaire he is as he waits for me by the roaring fire, a glass of whiskey burning against the light in his hand.

He is wearing his usual black tux, a black shirt in place of the usual white one, His eyes are hungry as they rake over the scraps of material that wind around my body, exposing bare skin in discreet places as I walk, the skirt flaring out beneath my ass, swishing as I walk.

My heels are high; they always are with him, and the silver fabric glistens as I move, the expensive jewelry on my neck and arms testament to the number of gifts they keep on giving me. Every day is my birthday now; there is always a thoughtful gift waiting for me at the breakfast table. Flowers delivered frequently and treats lined up to fill my time. I am Matteo’s queen, Giorgio’s pupil and Tommaso’s slave, and I love every minute of my time with them.

Matteo’s expression is hungry as he feasts on my curves, and as I draw closer, he says huskily, “Turn around.”

I do as he says, and as his fingers dust againstmy neck, he snaps a choker around it, tightening against my skin.

“Another gift?” My fingers fly over the diamonds that are smooth against them.

“It’s a reminder to everyone present that you are mine.”

He kisses my neck, his stubble grazing against my delicate skin, and my pussy throbs with desire against the inked skin. I now bear three names on my body. Giorgio on my ass, Matteo inside one thigh and Tommaso on the other, reminding them they possess a third share of me but share my heart equally. I turn and stare lovingly into Matteo’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you.”

He nods, and I stand on tiptoe and run my fingers through his hair, kissing him softly, a low growl my only response.

When I pull away, he says gruffly, “The car is waiting.”

“But it’s not far; we could walk.”

“In those heels?”

He reminds me of one weakness I have yet to conquer, and I blush because, no matter how hard I try, these things are my nemesis and will cripple me in the end.

“You make a valid point.”

I take his arm—ever the gentleman and as we leave via the private elevator, I wonder how I got so lucky.

My life is perfect, three times more perfect than I imagined and as we step out into the lobby, I takeMatteo’s arm and smile as the guards close around us and we move away as a pack, incredulous gazes following our progress as they watch a king with his queen.