“You’re mine, little bunny. Say it until you believe it,” he ordered, his voice rough, breathless, his forehead pressing to the back of my neck as he pushed himself harder against me, his pace unrelenting.

“I’m yours… I’m yours!” I screamed, the words spilling over and over, broken between moans and gasps. My throat felt raw, my body burning, but I couldn’t stop saying it, couldn’t stop needing him to hear it.

Emiliano groaned, the sound so deep it rumbled against my skin, ...