They’d laughed and teased each other and at some point she’d crawled into his lap for some tipsy kisses, totally unconcerned with the fact that they were in a full restaurant. He hadn’t been able to truly enjoy it, though, because his mind was stuck on a woman with big brown eyes and a shy smile.
And then things took a turn.
Breaking up with someone rarely went exactly as planned. He liked to think he was fairly good at it, seeing as he had plenty of practice, but there really was no telling how or where things would go wrong. On that particular night, he’d explained that he wasn’t interested in permanent relationships with her or anyone, which Caitlin hadn’t taken well.
By the time he left, he’d been doused in wine and owed Georgio’s a hefty sum for both the damage and disturbance.
And Frankie saw it all.
Luis let out a slow exhale. Working through the problem in his mind, he slowly began to tear a line down the center of her uniform with his claws. Ignoring her squawk, he said, “You saw me with Caitlin, then.”
“I heard what you said to her,” she admitted, squirming. “Do you have any idea what I’ll owe to my boss to replace this shirt?”
Praising the gods over the fact that his girl appeared to prefer front clasp bras, he deftly flicked it open. Her breasts spilled out as the cups fell to the side, giving him a delicious view of her honey skin and dark, pert nipples.
In a rougher voice he reminded her, “My money’s your money.”
“Is that what you told Caitlin just before you broke her heart in public?”
He moved down her body to unbutton her slacks. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, he dragged both garments down her legs until he hit her sensible black work shoes.
“For the record,” he began, plucking at the laces of her shoes, “I never promised her anything. We were a strictly casual sexual relationship.”
“Sure didn’t look like that when she started bawling.”
Dropping one shoe, then the other, he replied, “She got attached to a man that doesn’t really exist. It was only a matterof time before I broke her heart, intentionally or not. The kindest way to do it was to end it myself.”
When she was as nude as he could make her in the current position, he slowly ran his hands up her legs, spreading them and bending her knees until she was open to his hungry gaze.
It was a mark of just how much shedidtrust him that despite the vulnerable position he’d put her in, she continued, “And what makes me different from Caitlin, huh? My blood type?”
Luis pulled another new purchase out of his other pocket. He had plenty more like it back at the penthouse, as well as a vast collection of ropes, paddles, cuffs, spreaders, and more, but none of it was suitable for her. The raw possessive instinct in him demanded everything be new, unsullied by the scent of another, which meant he’d have to build his collection all over again.
Not that it was a hardship. The thought of shopping for new toys specifically forhermade his cock jerk. And the contract did require gifts…
Placing the little rubber toy directly on her clitoris, he told her, “You’re different because I love you. And because I love you, I’m going to give you the punishment you need.”
Francesca’s head popped up. Staring down the length of her body and between her spread legs, she goggled at him with pure disbelief. “You love m—Ah!”
He pressed the rubbery little button on the toy. It sprang to life with a cheerful hum. Normally, he preferred a vibrator he could strap into place so he could multi-task or, in cases of severe punishment, leave her there to writhe by herself, but this would do for now.
Almost immediately Francesca began to shudder, the muscles of her stomach rippling and her thighs attempting to snap closed around his arm. Using his free hand, he held onesoft thigh in an iron grip, never allowing her any relief from the relentless vibration.
“You’re going to listen very carefully, kitten, because I’m going to explain how things will work from now on,” he ordered, eyes locked on the pink jewel of her dripping, twitching cunt. “You’re my anchor. You will take my bite when you finally accept that. You’ll take the Amauri name because it protects you. You’ll live well and comfortably and trust me with all your worries. You’ll laugh every day for the rest of our lives and you won’t have to think about your parents going without ever again. Whatever burden you’re carrying that you won’t talk about, I’ll carry it with you.”
Sweat glistened on her body as she strained against the ropes. Just as her first orgasm began to crest, he tapped the button again. Her whole body jerked with the uptick in intensity.
“Luis,” she moaned. Her stomach and the muscles of her inner thigh contracted sharply as she attempted to curl her body in a vain attempt to escape the stimulation. “It’s too much. It’s— it’s—Ah, gods!”
“You can take it,” he promised her. “Let yourself go, kitten. Let someone take care of you for once. I’m not going anywhere.”
When the first wave of her orgasm ended, she lay there sweating and her limbs twitching. “You call thiscare?”
He smiled. “Yes. You never allow yourself to turn your brain off. You think you need to do everything by yourself. You work yourself to the bone and you lock yourself away because you can’t trust anyone. That ends now. When we’re together, you trust me — with your secrets, your safety, and your pleasure. Are we clear?”
Her inner thigh shook in his grip. The silk rope, braided for strength and yet exquisitely soft against her fragile skin, creaked in protest as she strained against it. The perfect curve of herback bowed off the bed a moment before the second orgasm electrified her.
Leaning over her a bit, and adding a touch of extra pressure to her already abused cunt, he gently scolded her, “I didn’t hear an answer, kitten.”