“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Tell me, Remi. Tell me you’re thinking of me fucking you.”

“Yes!” I cried out, the orgasm washing over me. I dropped the vibrator to the comforter and watched through half-lidded eyes as Cosimo turned it off and sucked it clean.

“I knew it,” he murmured, shifting around the bed. It took me a moment to realize he was reaching for the other ankle cuff on the wall. Too late to fight him off. “Hands, Remi.”

Like a lovesick fool, I held my wrists out, letting Cosimo cuff me and pull my arms over my head. Then he arranged me so my legs were spread even wider, keeping me exposed. He opened a small case, removing an alcohol wipe and opening it.

“What are you doing?” I asked sleepily, trying to fight the post-orgasm lethargy.

“It’s customary for the bride to wear a ring,” he offered cryptically, then reached forward, swiping the cold wipe down my slit, holding me in place with a bruising grip when I tried to squirm away.

When Cosimo withdrew a needle from a sterile package, I panicked. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that?”

I knew. Even before he answered, “I’m giving you a ring. Hold still so I don’t hurt you.”

“You think that giant ass needle won’t cause pain?” There was a hint of desperation in my voice. “That could do nerve damage. Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Really?” Cosimo motioned to the table of implements behind him. “I’ve done more research on the human body than most doctors.”

I shuddered, making the chains rattle. “Considering you spend your days dismembering people, that doesn’t give me much confidence.”

“Give me a little credit.” He pulled out a little clamp and gently pulled the hood of my clit, affixing the device. “Breathe in for me, goldilocks.”

I sucked in a breath, gripping my chains so I wouldn’t shake as he lined up the needle. Jolts of pleasure from his touch intensified the mind fuck of the situation.

“Breathe out.”

There was a pinch of pain, and I squeaked as I exhaled, unable to look down where the needle had passed through the thin bit of flesh above my clit.

“Keep breathing,” Cosimo reminded me, and he pushed the jewelry through the hole and cleaned the area again. “Perfect. You did so well. Look.”

His hand gripped my chin, and I blinked away the tears that had formed, seeing a silver ring with a black ball through my hood. It was… hot. He tapped it, and I nearly shot off the bed at the sensation. It ached, but deliciously so.

“I knew you’d like it.” Cosimo sounded so fucking proud of himself.

“Presumptuous asshole,” I gritted out as he touched my clit again, working it in a slow circle. When his fingers slipped inside my wet heat, I choked on my words. The high of the fear rush was quickly passing. Awareness returned as Cosimo stripped out of his fine suit, revealing every inch of his tanned, tattooed body until that thick, pierced cock was set free.

I closed my eyes, turning my head away as he positioned himself between my splayed thighs. I hissed out a breath. “Just get it over with.”

Instead of thrusting inside me, Cosimo paused.

“Did you think I’d take you roughly, Goldilocks?” He gently stroked my slit. “That would be too easy for you, wouldn’t it?”

His fingers slid into me easily, and he laughed darkly.

“You’d be able to hate me while I hurt you.” He found the spot inside that made my legs shake and leaned close, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to make it easy on you. I want you to fucking enjoy every inch of my cock as I sink inside your needy little pussy. That’ll fuck with you more than any pain I could inflict. Because it’s facing your own desires that hurts the most.”

It was a low blow, and he hit the bullseye with it. As his cockhead breached my opening and I fucking moaned with pleasure, a tear slid down my cheek. He bottomed out, and I tipped my hips to take him deeper, gasping when the new piercing pressed against the base of his cock.

“That’s my girl,” Cosimo praised, stroking my hair and kissing my temple. He angled his shaft, grinding against me inside, the barbells along his dick making me squirm. I tried to stay quiet, tried to resist the building pleasure, but my body betrayed me, ignoring me and obeying my captor. “I can feel how much you love this. How your body fits me perfectly. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You’re so deep,” I whimpered, pulling against my cuffs, needing to hold on to something. It was driving me insane that I couldn’t touch him. “Cosimo.”

“So fucking wet for me,” he continued in that deep, smooth voice. “Your pussy is so tight. Trying to suck me even deeper. I can feel how much you want my come. My babies. Wife.”

More tears rolled down my face as my walls tightened around him. “I thought you loved me. Why would you do this?”

He leaned down, taking my lips, then licking the salty drops from my cheeks, manipulating my mind and emotions as promised. I came. Despite the pain, my hatred, his loathing—I came. And he followed soon after, grunting and planting himself deep as he filled me.