Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

She stared into my eyes, and for a moment, I could see her panic—a raw, unspoken fear that she was desperately trying to conceal. Her defiance had always been one of the things that intrigued me, but right now, her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken. 


There are countless ways I could punish her for her misbehavior, and I intended to do so. Yet, as I stood there, looking at her, I found myself caught in her gaze. She was like a force of nature—wild, beautiful, and impossible to tame. Her eyes, those mesmerizing orbs, drew me in, threatening to pull me under. 


She didn’t move, didn’t say a word. It was as if time itself had stilled for us, and in that frozen moment, all I could think about was her. The way her hair framed her face, the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips seemed to tremble just slightly, as though inviting me closer. 


It was just a Dream