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The release exploded through me. Heat flooded my veins. No toys or mouth. My body crackled with pleasure, and I freaking came from his cock alone. I fell apart with a shrill cry of delirium. Through the haze, I felt his rush to join me. His lips closed over my collarbone. He used my body as his own gag to mute the thunderous notes that roared out of him.
One final jerk, and he still. He was impossibly deep. His cock twitched inside me, spilling and marking my insides with his release.
I relished the feel of the mess we were making. My muscles clenched around him, over and over, eager to contain every drop.
But all too soon, he slipped out of me. There was a whisper of cloth before his fingers tangled in the hair on the back of my head.
The ornament and blindfold were gone a moment later.
“Are you okay?” the man in the mask asked, cupping my cheek.
I flexed and closed my jaw before whispering, “Yeah. You?”
“I’m good, Rose.” He brushed the tip of his covered nose against mine. “And you’re perfect.”
Naked. We were both completely naked except for his stupid mask. If my hands weren’t still bound above my head, I would have ripped the damn thing off.
I wanted to kiss him. That was one thing we hadn’t done yet. Not properly. Not a soul-binding caress that was far more intimate than what our bodies had just done.
More than I needed to know who he was, I needed to kiss him.
Because in this moment, his identity didn’t matter. I was his, and he was mine.
He seemed to sense it. There was a smile in his voice when he spoke.
“I’ve had my gift. Would you like yours?”
Another aftershock made my pussy clench. “I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
He laughed softly as he reached to untie the garland from the tree. “You can. And you will. But later.”
Still holding me, he settled us on the floor. I shifted on his lap, trying to relax the strained muscles.
“Careful, Rose,” he said tightly.
I worked my jaw back and forth. “What?”
He began to unbind my wrists. “Keep wriggling, and I’ll bend you over that couch. The don’s dinner be damned.”
The dinner.
Dio sopra, we’d missed a huge chunk of dinner. Our absence would be noted. People would whisper, gossip would fly around the mob—
“Rose!” He cupped my cheek again. “Don’t.”
I took a shuddering breath.
“Don’t go there, okay?” He brushed the hair gently off my face.
There was no way I would be able to fix it properly. The best I could do was smooth it back into a messy bun at this point.
Carefully rubbing the marks on my wrists, the masked man studied me. “Does it bother you that much? Living in a town run by the mob?”
“Yes…and no,” I sighed. “It’s a touchy subject.”
He hummed, then reached for the black backpack. “Talk to me.”
“Right now?” I shifted on his lap, unhooking my ankles and bending my hips, while staying seated on his thighs.
