Chapter 133
Enzo’s pov
Her breathing was soft, almost silent, but I heard it. I felt it.
Aria stood in the center of our penthouse bedroom, blindfolded, her small hands fisting the hem of her dress. The soft light bathed her skin in
a golden hue, making her look like something out of a dream. Or a fantasy I was seconds away from claiming.
She was trembling, but not from fear. No, this was something else.
Anticipation. Need. Hunger.
I moved closer, slow and quiet, like a predator circling prey. Not to harm her. Never that. I was going to teach her how it felt to give up control -and love every second of it.
“You’re safe with us, Red,” I whispered in her ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. She shivered. God, she was so responsive.
Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. Smart girl.
I raised my hand and trailed a single finger down her arm, from shoulder to wrist. Goosebumps erupted under my touch.
“You’re shaking,” I murmured. “Is it fear? Or excitement?”
“Both,” she whispered.
I smiled. Honest. Good.
“Perfect.”
Behind me, Matteo leaned against the wall, eyes dark, arms crossed. Dante stood near the bed, holding the soft silk rope, twirling it slowly around his hand. But this was my game for now. They knew that.
I circled Aria, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the way her legs shifted like she was trying to rub her thighs together. Poor thing. So needy already.
I pulled the blindfold off, slow and deliberate. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes adjusted to the low light. When she looked at me, there was a fire in her gaze, but also surrender. She wanted this. Wanted us.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did.
“You trust us?”
“Yes.”
My chest swelled with something sharp and hot. Power. Possession.
“Then tonight, you belong to us. Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every breath.”
Her lips parted again, but no words came.
Good.
I picked up the feather from the nightstand and let it glide over her collarbone. She jerked, just slightly. I moved it down, between her breasts.
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over her stomach. Her breath caught.
*Feel that?”
“Y–yes.”
“That’s not even a taste of what’s to come, dove.”
I flicked the feather over her thighs. Her legs wobbled.
Then, I stepped behind her.
“Hands behind your back. Now.”
She obeyed without hesitation. Fuck, that did something to me.
I took the silk rope from Dante and began wrapping it around her wrists. Not tight–not yet. Just enough to remind her who was in control. Her skin looked perfect wrapped in that soft fabric.
“Do you know what this means?” I asked, knotting the rope gently.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“It means I’m giving you control.”
“That’s right. You’re giving yourself to us. Willingly.”
She bit her lip. I leaned down and nipped it.
“Don’t hide from the pleasure, Aria. Drown in it.”
I stepped around to face her again. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants, but tonight wasn’t about release. Not yet.
Tonight was about breaking her down, teasing her until she begged for more.
Matteo stepped forward, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “She looks so good tied up.”
“Doesn’t she?” I murmured, sliding my hand up her thigh.
She gasped.
I smiled darkly. “You’re going to learn to beg, little/dove. And you’re going to love every second of it.”
I removed the rope just long enough to guide her down.
“Kneel. Hands and knees.”
She hesitated for half a second, then obeyed. Her dress rode up her thighs, and I swore under my breath.
I stepped behind her, adjusting her knees, spreading them wider. Matteo kneeled in front of her. Dante moved behind me.
“Now you’ll feel us,” I said. “All of us. But only when we allow it.”
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I reached forward and slowly pulled the dress over her head, bating her to us.
I dragged the silk tie slowly across her collarbone, watching her chest rise and fall like waves trying to calm a storm. “You feel that?” I asked, my voice low and steady as I traced the fabric down between the swell of her breasts, over her stomach. She nodded, lips slightly parted, but I didn’t want a nod. I wanted words. Control. “Say it,” I murmured, pausing the silk just at her hip. Her eyes met mine, wide and glazed with heat. “I feel it,” she whispered, her voice almost trembling. I smiled, dark and satisfied, then leaned in so my mouth was right next to her ear “Good. I want you to feel everything I do to you, Aria. No guessing. No hiding.” I dragged the tie back up, slow and deliberate, letting it stip beneath her chin as I tilted her face toward mine. “And when I tell you to stay still, you stay still. Understand?” She swallowed hard, her body already squirming under my gaze. “Yes, Enzo.” God, the way my name sounded on her lips when she gave it to me like that–it made my control a thin, fraying thread.
Matteo ran his knuckles down her cheek. “So beautiful.”
Dante bent forward, lips brushing her spine.
“Say it,” I commanded.
She looked up at me, voice soft but steady.
“I’m yours.”
And fuck, if that wasn’t the most powerful thing I’d ever heard.
I grabbed the blindfold again and slid it over her eyes.
“Good girl,” I whispered. ” Go lay down on the chaise”
I watched her struggle to get up and walk over, all our eyes traine on her ass, so perfect.
Her wrists were already bound loosely in red silk, resting above her head as she lay back against the velvet chaise. I hadn’t even touched her properly yet, but her skin was flushed, her breath shaky, pupils blown wide as I walked slowly around her like a predator savoring the first taste of surrender. “You’re doing so well,” I said, dragging my fingers along the inside of her ankle, then up her calf–barely touching, just a ghost of sensation. “But I wonder…” I leaned in, my lips brushing her jaw without kissing. “How long can you stay this obedient, hmm?” She whimpered, hips shifting, but I grabbed her thigh and held her still with a firm grip. “No moving,” I warned. “Every inch of you belongs to me right now. If you want more, you ask.” I saw the tension build in her, the need, the delicious torment. “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “Please what, Aria?” I teased, my hand pausing just where she wanted it most. Her body trembled. “Touch me… Enzo, please touch me.” I smiled, slow and wicked, my mouth finally finding hers in a deep, claiming kiss. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured against her lips, my voice a promise of everything to come.
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