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My butterflies spread their wings in anticipation and a bit of nerves. Ever since I learned what those thugs did to her, I haven't restrained her or put anything around her neck, including my hand.

Last week, we talked about it, and Bridget told me she not only wanted it but needed me to do it again. While I've been dying to repeat it, I expressed my concerns. I'd rather kill myself than ever hurt her. Yet, no matter what I disclosed to her about my fears, she kept pushing me to do it.

Bridget confessed she spoke to her therapist about why she loved it so much with me when she experienced such a traumatic incident. We met with the therapist a few days ago and discussed this in depth. While I'm still a bit hesitant, Bridget wouldn't keep insisting if she didn't want it.

I brush my lips to her ear, taking a quick lick of her lobe, and she shudders. Softly chuckling, I state, "I got it. And when I use it on you, that sweet pussy of yours is going to attempt to break my cock."

"Oh God," she whispers, grabbing my thigh.

My dick hardens further. I fist her hair and tug her head then kiss her like she's my possession.

But she is.

I'm hers, and she's mine.

Nothing has ever felt more right in my life.

"Dante!" Massimo barks behind me.

I sigh and release Bridget. "Don't go anywhere."

"We could ditch the party...?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Dante!" Massimo growls again.

"Don't tempt me, dolcezza." I kiss her on the lips and spin to face my brother. My face falls, and my gut churns. "What's wrong?"

"Not here." He storms into the hallway and doesn't stop until we're in the library.

I shut the door. "This better be good. If you haven't noticed, this is my—"

More rage darkens his blue orbs. "Are you oblivious to the fact Gianni isn't here?"

Every nerve in my body turns cold. "No. Where is he?"

Massimo sniffs hard, his nostrils flaring. "That bastard, Uberto, put Cara up in his auction."

The blood drains from my head down to my toes. Through clenched teeth, I repeat, "Where is Gianni?"

Massimo's face hardens. "He went to buy her."

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