DOMENICO

She was still trembling when I carried her into the penthouse suite.

The door clicked shut behind us and the moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, both the moonlight and the lights from the chandelier above painting her skin in pure silver glow.

I laid her on the massive bed like she was breakable, even though I knew she wasn’t. Not after the way she’d moaned in the elevator with my mouth on her cunt and a stranger watching.

I stripped her slowly. Dress first—peeling the burgundy silk down her body like unwrapping a Christmas gift I’d waited months for. Then the soaked lace thong. Her heels stayed...