Dawn light filters through the heavy curtains of Luciano’s bedroom, but I haven’t slept. My wrists are raw from yanking at the chains all night, my pussy still throbbing from the brutal orgasm he forced out of me with his fingers. The thick leather collar around my throat feels like a brand — tight, constant, a reminder that I’m his property.

The door swings open. Luciano fills the frame, shirtless, tattoos rippling over hard muscle as he stalks toward me. His dark eyes burn with that same twisted hunger.

“Still awake, little fighter?” His voice is gravel and smoke. “Good. I want you exhausted when I finally break you.”

“Fuck...