Epilogue
Jasmine
The music at Demone pulses loudly as we walk through the swarm of people on the dance floor. If my body wasn’t already vibrating in anticipation, it no doubt would be now. Dario’s hand falls to the small of my back, and I look up at him with a smile.
When we reach the bar, the man behind it gives me a big smile. “It’s good to see you again.” He looks over at Dario with a nod. “Mr. Caruso, what can I get you tonight?”
“I need room three available,” Dario demands before turning to look at me. “Do you want something to drink?”
I shake my head. I want all my senses about me when Dario takes me into the playroom tonight. I don’t want to risk any of my senses being dulled when he cashes in his winnings.
The man behind the counter looks up something on his computer, then smiles at us again. “It’s all yours, sir.”
A smile spreads across Dario’s face like a joke was told only he could hear. “It’s time to settle your bet, Miss Baker.”
I shiver as Dario takes my hand, leading me to the dark corridor where people are free to unleash their demons.
We pass by couples and throuples all caught up in the heat of passion.
A beautiful mountain of black ink faces us as we pass the viewing window.
Another man is on his knees in front of him, sucking what appears to be an impressive cock.
Dario presses a kiss behind my ear before whispering, “Do you want to stay and watch?”
I consider it for a moment. The huge man whose face I can’t see is a painted masterpiece, and he’s fiercely fucking the other man’s mouth.
It’s a painfully beautiful thing to watch, but when Dario grips my waist, I know it’s his touch I need.
I shake my head, and he nips at my neck before leading me further down the hall.
The room looks the same as the first time I was here at Inferno.
In the center is the enormous bed wrapped in black satin.
Silver gleams from the headboard thanks to the hooks meant for restraints.
Something tugs in my belly when I see them, wondering if Dario will be using them tonight, and secretly hoping he will.
His hands slide down my arms before resting on my hips, and he places gentle kisses on my neck.
When he approaches my ear, his words come out as a whisper.
“You’re always my sweet angel, but tonight I need you to be my strong bull.
I plan to fuck you harder than we ever have.
If it’s too much, you need to tell me. Do you understand? ”
I nod, scared and aroused at what might come.
“I need words, Jasmine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” My voice is husky with desire when I answer, and Dario must enjoy it because his gorgeous smile is on his face as he steps in front of me. He tips my chin up and places a kiss against my lips. I melt into it, but he takes a step back.
“This room has several”—he moves his head from side to side—“tools to be used. I want you to look around and let me know if any of them are off-limits.”
My eyes dart around the room before looking up to him. “Nothing is off-limits. I trust you.”
The words must do something to him because his kiss is deeper this time as he crushes his lips to mine, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling me in closer to him.
I widen my mouth for him to deepen the kiss and explore.
Dario’s tongue is sinful and able to do amazing things to my body, but the way it licks inside my mouth as though he wants to consume me is my favorite way to experience it.
When Dario pulls his lips from mine, he presses his forehead to my own, sucking in air like he’s out of breath.
“You have no idea how much it means to me to have earned that trust, angioletta, but there are things in this room you may have never used before, and I need to know you’re okay with it.
I’m afraid I’ll lose control. My desires can go a bit dark. ”
It’s my turn to run my hands up his muscular arms, and when I reach his face, I cup it with both hands, pulling it from mine so I can stare into his chocolate eyes.
“You’ve brought light into my life since the first day we met, and it was something I didn’t even know I needed at the time.
I’m thankful for your light. I love your light.
” I press a soft kiss to his lips. “But I crave your darkness, too.”
A wicked smile spreads across his face, and my stomach flips as I realize why this angelic man was cast from the heavens. My body pulses in need as he rakes his eyes over my body.
“Untie your coat.”
Choosing to wear a trench coat in the desert during the early fall is definitely a choice, but I didn’t want anything to risk messing up what I’m wearing underneath.
I tug at the knot tied at my waist, opening the black coat and allowing Dario to see one of the other Arabella Reign pieces I purchased.
The black set is definitely more bold than anything else I’ve worn.
The satin strips branch out in an intricate pattern across my skin, and Dario drinks in my body like I’m a gift ready for him to unwrap.
The sheer panels and cutouts at my breasts and between my thighs do very little to hide my arousal as I watch his tongue dart out in appreciation.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, and I’m going to have such a good time marking this gorgeous body of yours.”
A shudder runs through me, and I arch into his touch as Dario wraps his arms around me. He sucks at my neck, hard enough I fear I may have to purchase some new concealer to disguise it tomorrow, but it feels too good to push him away.
His hands come up and cup my breasts, pinching my nipples under the sheer fabric. I moan, and he chuckles. “So eager for me. I bet that cunt of yours is already dripping.”
He smacks my ass and steps away. “Get on the bed.”
I obey him instantly, asking all the strong women who came before me for their forgiveness, but if they were ever under the gaze of this man, I’m sure they would understand.
Dario walks back over to me with black strips that match the lingerie I’m wearing. “Lie down and put your arms up.”
Once again, I follow instructions. He slips the material through the silver on the bed, then ties it against my wrist. It isn’t too tight, but there’s no way I’m breaking from these without his help.
Once I’m secure, chocolate eyes stare down at me. “I need you to choose a safe word, Jasmine. Just in case.”
I lick my lips before uttering the first word that comes to mind. “Joker.”
He grins and nods, then walks back over to the closet and opens the door full of the tools he spoke of earlier. When he returns, he’s gripping the handle of a flogger.
“Have you ever used one of these before?” Dario asks, allowing the strips to tickle the base of my neck.
“No,” I answer honestly.
He hums in appreciation and begins trailing the leather tails over my skin. My breathing turns ragged at the sensation before a yelp bellows out of me as the tendrils are smacked across my breast.
I whimper at the sensation, though not because it’s unpleasant. Dario gives me no reprieve before coming down on the other side with another smack. I gasp, relishing the way it makes my body feel, but also confused as to why I enjoy it so much.
Dario trails his hand south and lifts the material covering my pussy just enough that he can slide his fingers underneath and collect the moisture gathered there. He chuckles. “You seem to enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure.”
Before I can respond, he thrusts two fingers deep into me, curling them up and rubbing them at a spot inside that has me arching into him and seeing stars. “Fuck, Dario, that feels so good.”
He immediately pulls his hand from me, and I deflate, nearly on the brink of tears. When his face comes into view, he looks displeased. “You will not come until I give you permission to do so.”
Why the hell is that hot?
The flogger comes back into view as Dario glides it along every inch of skin revealed from my strappy bodice. I squirm against the silk sheets, causing the rustle of the material to be the only noise until a moan rips from me when the tendrils sting against the sides of my thighs.
Dario pushes his fingers back inside me, finding even more arousal than before and groaning as he slides in further. “Fuck, your pretty cunt is dripping for me. Does it need more?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, and he slips another finger inside, the stretch a glorious pain I didn’t realize I desired.
He punishes my pussy, shoving his fingers in and out as I pant for him. Precum from his cock spills onto my inner thigh, and I lick my lips, hating for it to go to waste.
Dario chuckles. “Greedy girl. Do you want that mouth of yours filled, too?”
I nod, wanting the taste of him to explode my taste buds, but instead, Dario shoves his fingers in my mouth, allowing me to taste my own tangy arousal instead. He keeps his fingers there as I suck on them, then plunges his cock inside me.
As his bars rub my inner walls, I scream against his hand, but the sound is muffled. Dario pulls his fingers out of my mouth and wraps them around my throat, gently squeezing. I know he would never hurt me, but there’s something about knowing he could that increases the pleasure building inside me.
“Not yet. You don’t come until told, remember?”
I whine, doing my best to obey, but my pussy clenches around his cock; I’m so close.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please let me come.”
Dario picks up his pace, pounding into my pussy until his thrusts become erratic.
“Now, Jasmine. Come for me now,” he groans as we both careen over the precipice, tears streaming down my face and him panting over top of me.
My eyes are heavy as Dario unties the restraints around my wrists before rubbing in some lotion. He then moves to where my breasts and thighs took impact, making smooth strokes across my skin with the same lightly scented liquid. “You did so good for me, Jasmine.”
My lips tilt up in a lazy grin. “Is my debt settled, then?”
Dario chuckles. “Yes, angioletta. In fact, I may be in your debt now.”
He lies beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder as I curl into him. As I’m about to doze off, there’s a gentle buzz.
“What’s that?”
Dario groans. “My phone.”
I sit up. “Your phone? We were supposed to turn those in when we got here.”
He shrugs. “Not me. I own the place.”
“You made me!” I scoff.
He smiles, but the expression is lost when he looks down. “Merde.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and he shows me his screen, with multiple messages and six missed calls from Luca.
“We’ve got to go.”
Panic is in Luca’s eyes as we walk into Gio’s office, only one floor above where Dario gave me the orgasm of a lifetime. Broken glass litters the floor, and it smells strongly of bourbon in here.
I grab Luca’s arms, my own eyes heavy. “Did something happen to Tank?
Luca shakes his head, then his eyes move across the room where Gio is hunched over his desk, his hair tugged in all directions.
“What is it?” Dario shouts at his brothers. “What’s wrong?”
“Papa.”
Pain casts over Dario’s face. I know he hates the man, but he’s still his father. “Is he?” Dario gulps as he sinks into the chair across from Gio’s desk. “Is he dead?”
Gio laughs ominously, a sound that covers my skin in goosebumps. “Do you think we could get so lucky?”
“Then what happened?” Dario asks, looking between his brothers for answers.
Gio takes another swig of bourbon from the only glass that appears to remain unshattered. “I have to get fucking married.”
Curious to know if Dario cashes in his bet with Jasmine?