“From here on out, no talking unless I ask you a question. If you don’t like something, tell me. If you want to stop, remember to say ‘Mercy.’ Understood?”

  “Yes,” I whisper and lick my lips.

  “I’m going to take it easy on you tonight, Rebel. We’ll see how it goes, and if you want to explore this side of you and me further, we will. It’s better to ease into this sort of thing than to get in over your head.”

  I nod since it’s the only thing I can move besides my toes and fingers.

  “Butt plug isn’t for today, though. You bought one a size too big, and we need to get one a little smaller, baby. This is about pleasure and not pain,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath skidding across my face.

  I swallow, ready for whatever he’s going to give me, which I hope includes more than one orgasm. I don’t know how much my body can take, but I’m sure I am about to find out.

  Carefully, I listen as he moves around the bed, and a drawer opens and closes. My drawer in the nightstand, where I keep my vibrator and a few other small toys, from the sounds of the contents being shifted.

  “Have you ever used nipple clamps?” he asks as he walks back toward me.

  I shake my head.

  “You sure you want to use them now?”

  I nod, my belly twisting with excitement.

  I brace myself, waiting for the bite of the metal, but I am surprised by the wetness of his lips closing around my nipple before sucking so hard, I feel the sensation between my legs, along with more wetness. His teeth graze the skin, causing me to moan and want more, but just as fast as his mouth found me, it is gone.

  “Breathe, baby,” he whispers.

  I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped, waiting for whatever is about to come next.

  “Keep breathing,” he says before there’s coolness against my breast, followed by the delicious pinch of metal against my nipple.

  I inhale sharply, unable to squeeze my legs together to quench the ache he’s put there. I concentrate on my breathing, trying to slow it as he tightens the first clamp on my nipple until the slight pressure verges on pain.

  “You okay?”

  I can’t find the words to describe exactly what I am, but I’m definitely okay. I nod a response, not trusting my words—and wanting more.

  His mouth clamps down on my other nipple, sucking harder than with the first, the mix of the clamp on one and his mouth on the other driving me near the verge of orgasm by itself. Before I can cry out, his lips are gone, and the same cold metal touches my other breast.

  “Breathe,” he reminds me again, and I do.

  My inhale is sharper this time as he places the clamp around my nipple, tightening it quicker and a little more than the first. I squirm, finding no give in the restraints and nothing to rub against to quell the indescribable ache between my legs.

  He brushes his lips against my nipple, causing my body to twitch at the overwhelming sensation. He takes turns, moving his lips and fingers from nipple to nipple, driving me so close to the edge, I’m panting.

  As one of his hands slips away, gliding down the middle of my stomach, I lift my bottom, wanting his fingers to work their magic, relieving the throbbing I can no longer ignore.

  But instead of a light touch on my clit, he moves his fingers around, totally missing the promised land.

  Fucker.

  When his fingertips glide over the opening of my pussy, I hold my breath, waiting for the relief of being filled. I’m not disappointed either. I’m dripping wet, the wait for this moment becoming almost unbearable. He pushes one finger inside me, moving excruciatingly slowly and not giving me enough to satisfy my need to be consumed. His fingers retreat as slowly as they entered, the movements methodical and deliciously torturous. He covers my nipple with his mouth again, sending pleasure throughout my body and adding a second finger to my pussy, giving me more of what I want.

  He brushes his thumb against my clit, but not enough to get me where I want to go. Just enough to drive me insane with lust, gasping for air, and panting with need.

  “Good?” he murmurs against my nipple, leaving me almost speechless.

  “Good,” I moan.

  He moves his fingers faster, fucking my pussy in the most decadent way, and I’m in complete and utter heaven. Orgasm or no orgasm, this is nothing but pleasure. Something I could get used to on a regular basis without complaint.

  I already knew Rocco was the man for me, but lying in front of him, strapped down, at his mercy and with him in his element, I finally feel like I’m the woman for him.

  This won’t be the end of our exploration, but only the beginning. We have a lifetime left in front of us, and I know it will be filled with joy, laughter, and tons of mind-numbing pleasure.

  Thank you for reading Ember. The Caldo brother’s have more to say and Carmello needs to find his happily ever after.

  His story is now available in Singe. You can grab your copy by visiting menofinked.com/singe .

  A Note from Chelle Bliss

  Date: March 17, 2021

  Hey Gallo Family.

  I started included these little letters, reminding myself of everything that’s transpired from start to finish while working on every book.

  Las time, while writing Spark, my grandfather had passed away. I wish I had better news and experiences in the months that followed while working on Ember.

  But like often happens, life had a way of reminding me once again, I’m in control of nothing.

  A year ago, I had three amazing grandparents still walking this planet. But I knew, I fucking knew when the pandemic started sweeping the world, I’d never see them again. I hoped I would be wrong. No one wants to have morbid and sad thoughts.

  In December my paternal grandmother passed away and five days ago, my maternal grandmother passed away too.

  I’m suddenly without grandparents. Lost the three remaining ones I had in less than 5 months.

  I write the Gallos because I love families. I love big, close families. I always had that too. I grew up in the best possible way, weekends spent surrounded by cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles.

  And then poof. Grandparents gone.

  When my grandma died last week, I realized how small my family has become.

  In the last 5 years I’ve lost my only sibling, my father, my closest cousin (she was also my college roommate), and all three of my grandparents. That doesn’t include the countless older aunts and uncles.

  Life has kind of sucked at times.

  My books don’t flow as easily. The words don’t come pouring out of me filled with happiness and sunshine.

  I’m trying though. I know you’re waiting for my words so you can lose yourself in my Gallo world for a little while.

  It’s my escape too. My fictional world I want to make real. I want the big family dinners again. I want the laughter. I want to happiness. I want to be surrounded by the people I love the most, but will never see again.

  If my books aren’t coming out as fast as they used to, please be patient with me. I’m trying. I keep going forward because I know I bring joy to you, my dear friend and fellow Gallo lover.

  I’ll be honest…Ember was a struggle for me to write. I questioned everything about this book. I may have written ten different versions. I lost count at some point.

  I hope in the end, you loved Rocco and Rebel’s story. Carmello’s next in Singe and his story is nothing but sexy fun.

  May only brighter days be ahead for each of us…

  Love Always,

  Chelle

  Visit menofinked.com/singe for more info and grab your copy of Singe now because the Heatwave isn’t over.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, coffee fiend, and ex-history teacher. To learn more about my books, please visit menofinked.com.

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