CHAPTER 5
BRIANNA
The hotel room door clicked shut behind us, and the city lights filtered through the half-drawn curtains like they were watching. My wrists were already tied to the headboard with his silk tie, stretched above my head, and my ankles were spread wide, secured to the footboard with the hotel robe belts. I was naked, dripping, trembling. Dante stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress pants, unbuttoned, that dangerous smile on his face.
"Please, Daddy," I whispered, arching my hips off the mattress. "I need you inside me. I've been good all day at the conference. I sat there in that boring panel pretending to take notes while I was soaked thinking about this."
He chuckled low, crawling onto the bed between my spread thighs. His fingers traced lazy circles on
