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

Her body trembled beneath my hands as I adjusted the mask, her breaths shallow and quick. The dim light of the room cast shadows across her exposed skin, and for a moment, I just stood there, taking her in. She was a masterpiece of vulnerability and defiance, fear and curiosity colliding in her wide eyes. 


"Yes," she replied, her voice quivering. 


"What are you doing?" She called after me. 


I walked back into the room admiring the way her body curled up in bed. 


"I'm not going to tie you up, but I will make sure you are tied down." 


I removed the belt from my jeans and wrapped it around her wrists, securing it to the bedpost. I did the same with her ankles, making sure she was comfortable and not in pain. 


The Forbidden Fruit