Page 62 of Diavolo

Alessandro met her in the eye. "Exactly. Once you must surrender to me, I will confide in you."

Elyse's breath hitched as her skin flushed with heat. "You expect me to surrender?"

He nodded. "Are you willing?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He proceeded to use one hand to wrap his fingers around her wrists. Both hands lifted over her head. Then, he pinned them down. Alessandro held her in place with ease, positioning his cock against her folds. Grunting happily, he slid the underside of his length along her clit, back and forth, back and forth, several times. The blissful, silken friction made her shiver.

In dark, foreboding tones, Alessandro murmured in her ear, "Prepare to be bound and punished,Signora Vitale, until your cunt memorizes the shape of my cock and weeps with sadness whenever I am not balls deep inside—fucking you—to oblivion.You will scream and gasp my name as I edge your pretty, little hole to the brink of release, over and over again, with vengeance. I want you to suffer before your salvation. And when I finally let you come—then and only then will you see why hell can feel like heaven."

¡Ay, Madre de Dios! Oh, Mother of God!Elyse's eyes shot wide open as she gazed up at him helplessly. Need coiled within her core. His wild, wicked words were sending her into a frenzy. She already felt wet and wanting. To mask her desperation, she taunted in condescending tones, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

He cooed huskily, "I promise to deliver the purest fucking paradise. It will be unlike anything you have ever felt."

Air hitched in her lungs.

"This is how we learn to trust each other."

Elyse arched an eyebrow at him. "By fucking?"

"By fucking," confirmed Alessandro.

Their gazes met. Heat and humor sparkled in his eyes. Softly, she mused, "Why does it feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"

Alessandro grinned. "I am nodiavolo. I will take care of you. Like a fuckingangelo."

Yet, there was nothingangelicabout his demeanor. Elyse studied him with caution. "What if I no longer wish to play before you're ready to end our game?"

Alessandro pledged solemnly, "Then I will release you at once."

This was comforting to know. Alessandro seemed well versed in this arena while she barely spoke the language. She resented it. Elyse wanted to dominate him in the same way he'd rule over her. Yet, intrigue soon overshadowed her reservations. More than anything, she wanted to see where this rabbit hole might lead.

He supplied in Italian,"Io sono tua."

Confusion marred Elyse's face as she repeated,"Io sono… tua?"

The Italian sounded clumsy and far less refined on her tongue.

"It means—diamond," Alessandro translated with a mischievous look. "Use it whenever you need a breather from our game."

This bullshitting bastard.Io sono tuadidn't meandiamondat all. It meant—I am yours. Elyse blushed. "I-I see."

She knew he was messing with her. But Elyse couldn't call him out without revealing that she'd been studying Italian on the sly. Before she could find a way through this dilemma, cool leather wrapped around her wrists. Within the same second, the strap tightened, not painfully so, but enough to restrict her movements.

Alessandro's voice drifted toward her in mesmerizing and lulling tones, "Ready?"

Pulse fluttering, her mouth went dry. When Elyse found her voice, it sounded too hoarse and eager to be her own, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he praised.

Alessandro leaned over the mattress to retrieve his black tie. Anxiously, Elyse asked, "What's that for?"

He smiled at her but said nothing, moving toward her with an enigmatic expression on his face.

"Sir?"

He hushed her. In slow, winding increments, Alessandro used the length of the satiny fabric to cover Elyse's eyes, shrouding her vision in darkness as he tied a masterful knot behind her head. Elyse was now half-bound and completely blind. She possessed no idea as to what might be in store for her. Never had she given up control like this to any man.

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