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Chapter 34

Dane stared into my eyes for so long, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me, and then his gaze dipped to my hands. The hitching of his breath was the only indication he was affected.

I stood like a statue as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt, his brown eyes locked onto mine. Then he slowly shrugged it off one shoulder and then the other, revealing his thick arms before removing it and folding it with all the precision of a high-end men’s store clerk. The muscles of his arms and torso bunched, even with the simple act of carefully placing the folded shirt on the top of the black lacquered dresser.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip when Dane’s hands dropped to his belt and unbuckled it. With aching slowness, he pulled it from the loops, rolled it around one fist, and prowled toward me like a man on the hunt.

He dominated the room with each measured stride, each ripple of muscle, each dark look. Though he radiated danger, I wasn’t afraid of him.

“Eden.” My name was a vow on his perfect, full lips. He lifted the back of his leather-wrapped fist and rubbed it against my face. It felt cool against my cheek, or maybe that was due to the fever of my skin. His voice was low and gritty when he asked, “Who is in control tonight?”

“You,” I said instantly, and Dane shook his head and gave me a disappointed smile.

“Try again.”

“By process of elimination, I’ll say me.”

I could tell he was fighting a smile. “Correct. I may tell you what to do, but you’re ultimately the boss. You’re in control, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed, moving my face against the leather. He knew how much that word— control —meant to me. Once it had been taken from you, you treasured it that much more when someone gave it back.

“Good girl,” he said, making my nipples tighten, and like he had some kind of nipple radar, his gaze dropped immediately to my chest.

“Take off your dress for me,” he ordered as he unwound the robe tie from my wrists. Taking a page from his seduction notebook, I reached for the hem and lifted it slowly, inching the pink dress upward, revealing my bare body to my husband. His voice went hoarse as I dropped the garment to the floor. “Fuck, you make my heart full, baby girl.”

He reached down to my butt and picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him as his mouth descended on mine. In one hand he held the soft tie from the robe, but he had the leather belt wrapped around his other hand. The dichotomy of those two dueling sensations against my ass cheeks made me wet, and he groaned when my wetness leaked onto his stomach.

“Always so wet for me, Wildcat,” he murmured, urging me up and down so my pussy was rubbing against the rough hair on his lower stomach. “You’re dripping onto the waistband of my pants. What will the dry cleaner think when I drop off my messy pants with him?”

I kissed my way to his ear and whispered, “Maybe he’ll think you’re very good at turning your wife on.” Biting his lobe, I added, “Or that you’re like a teenage boy who came in his pants.”

He chuckled and walked me over to the bed, laying me down gently and arranging me on my back with my head on the pillow before straddling my waist. Unwrapping the leather belt from his hand, he laid it beside me before drifting the cushy robe tie down my chest and circling the end of it over my breasts. Goosebumps and extremely hard nipples ensued, which made him smile.

“If it’s too much for you, do you remember what to say?” he asked.

“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down.”

He gripped the sash and slid it through his fist. “You won’t need yellow tonight, Eden, just red or green. There won’t be any in between. You’re either going to love this or you’re not, and I trust you to stop me the minute you feel uncomfortable.”

“I will,” I promised.

“Good. Now hold your wrists together for me.” I did, and he wrapped the plush tie around and around my wrists until they were completely bound together before tying a knot and leaving two long ends. “We still on green?” he asked, nudging a finger between the tie and my wrists to check the tightness.

“Green as grass.”

A smile flickered over his lips, and he kissed my knuckles before stretching my arms over my head and tying the ends of the robe sash to the wood slats of the headboard. When he picked up the leather belt, my body tensed.

“Relax, Eden. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Evie,” I corrected, and his mouth dropped open. “Just for tonight. Please.”

He leaned down and nuzzled my nose with his. “Are you sure… Evie?”

I nodded. “Yes… Damiano.”

His hot breath gusted across my face on his groan. “Say it again.”

“Damiano,” I whispered. “I love both sides of you.”

“Mmm, I love both sides of you as well,” he said, kissing his way down my neck. “The outside and the inside. And I plan to be on the inside of you very soon. But first…”

He sat up, still straddling me, and folded the belt into a loop, dragging it up and down my chest. Then, without warning, he popped it against my left breast. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did make my nipple rise to rapt attention. Damiano’s nostrils flared with desire as he did the same to my right breast, with the same effect.

“Your pretty tits are so responsive. I’d love to put some nipple clamps on you some time.” He pulled his attention from my breasts and gave me a hopeful, questioning look.

“We can try that. Can I put some on you too?”

Damiano laughed and scooted back, parting my thighs and rearranging himself to kneel between them. “If that’s what butters your bread, Evie, I’m game.”

There was a certain thrill to hearing Evie from his mouth after avoiding it for so long, like we were doing something clandestine by using each other’s real names.

With unhurried precision, my husband dragged the belt down my abdomen until it was between my legs. Then he smacked it against my pussy with a light slap, and my hips jerked off the bed. It felt better than I would have expected.

“Color?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Green,” I panted. “Very, very green.”

“You want more, Wildcat? You like having your naughty little pussy spanked?”

I spread my legs further apart. “Yes, please.”

He glared down at me and growled. “Say my name, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was fully aware that Damiano Cappitani was in the motherfucking house, and I was entering without a single reservation.

“Damiano, please spank my bad little pussy.”

“Fuck,” he bit out, giving my sex three more spanks with the belt. Each stung more than the last, but I’d also never been more aroused in my life. My clit felt like it was about to burst like a balloon. “Your cunt is so swollen and red, Evie. And you’re soaked. You like this don’t you?”

I could feel my arousal dripping down the crack of my ass, and I nodded. “Yes, I need to come,” I warned, writhing against the bedcovers.

Damiano unlooped the belt and slid one end beneath me, holding it against my lower back with his hand while pulling the other end through my legs. With the smooth leather against my sex and him holding both ends, he ordered, “Ride it.”

My hips lifted and began to move back and forth while Damiano held the belt taut, and it only took seconds until I was coming so hard I did one of those silent scream things. Mouth open. No sound coming out. Then the belt was gone, replaced with his hot mouth closed around me, sucking my pussy as the orgasm went on and on.

“Damiano. Damiano. Damiano,” I chanted, finally finding my voice as my hips churned against his face. Euphoria filled me, tingling along every nerve ending until I collapsed back to the mattress.

My husband lifted his dripping face, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them as he rose and straddled me. I watched with rapt attention as he undid his pants and took his heavy cock in his big hand. I couldn’t look away from his rough, quick strokes, the purple head swelling before he released all over my bare stomach.

“Evie. Goddamn, I love coming with your taste on my tongue.” Damiano’s head was thrown back, eyes closed and my juices dripping from his beard and landing on my stomach to mix with his own release.

When he opened his eyes and locked them on me again, I could see the feral love shining in the chocolate-brown depths. Then, with the tip of his index finger, he dabbed one of the spurts of his cum on my chest and drew a heart with it. He did it again with three on my stomach.

“How can you be so sweet and completely debaucherous at the same time?” I asked.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby girl.”

And for the next hour he used his mouth and hands on my body. Wicked, depraved, and ravenous, he worked me over until I couldn’t even count the number of orgasms I had. My back ached from arching off the bed, my hips hurt from being stretched so wide, and my skin prickled from the beard burn that covered literally every inch of my body. As he’d wished, he’d completely broken down all my walls until I was nothing but a pile of mush on wrinkled white sheets.

Finally, unable to take anymore, I called, “Red. Please stop, Damiano.”

Immediately, he lifted his head from the mark he was leaving on the side of my breast and released my hands from the binding. Stretching out beside me, he cuddled me close and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Are you okay, Evie?”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rolled to my back, pulling him on top of me. “I’m good. I just needed my arms released.” My legs wound around his waist, notching my pussy against his thick erection.

“Can I make love to you?”

Despite all the pleasure he’d delivered, I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me, to be bound to him in the most intimate way. In fact, I craved that connection.

“Yes.” My voice was pure gravel from calling his name so many times.

Cradling his hips in between my legs, he pushed into me slowly and stilled, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel so perfect around me. So warm and tight.”

With full-body contact, he began to move in and out of me in unrushed thrusts as his hair formed a dark veil around us. “Who do I have now? Dane or Damiano?”

He kissed me softly. “Both.”

Smiling against his lips, I said, “Taking two men at once? Damn, I’m a slut.”

Damiano chuckled and stroked his thumbs along my cheekbones. “Don’t call my wife a slut. She’s my good girl.”

God, I loved when he called me that.

With a roll of his hips, he went deeper, but still didn’t increase his pace. His eyes held mine, and he continued caressing my face with gentle fingers. “I’ve never felt more connected to anyone in my life,” I admitted on a whisper.

“Me neither,” he replied before lowering his mouth to mine and piecing together all of my broken pieces with his kisses. Just like he’d promised.

After our sweet lovemaking, my husband carried me to the bathroom—because my legs were not cooperating—and set me beside the toilet. “Take care of your business, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“I don’t want to shower tonight,” I said, and his dark eyebrows shot up to his hairline because he knew how obsessive I was about my showers. “I want to sleep with you all over me.”

He was unable to fight his smile as he bent to kiss my nose. “Be right back.”

I had just finished and stood when Dane returned to the bathroom with his phone pressed to his ear. He was gloriously naked, and I ogled every hard inch of his tall frame as he spoke into the phone.

“Yes, tomorrow. A full-body massage… My wife’s name is Eden Osbourne… Yes, that will be fine.” A scowl formed on his face, and he answered sharply. “No, a female provider… Okay then… She’ll be there after lunch.”

“You booked me a massage?” I asked when he hung up, trying not to laugh at his request for a female massage therapist.

“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” he explained, scooping me up like a bride. “I would do it myself, but we both know where it will lead if I get my hands on your body, and I wanted you to have a little pampering.”

“You’re too good to me,” I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder as he carried me to the bed.

“I know, but you’ll just have to live with it.”

“Gladly,” I said when he tucked me into bed and crawled in beside me. “Forever.”