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

I followed Dario down the hallway, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as each step brought me closer to that room. The room I had been in just a few weeks ago. The room where Dario had taken my virginity and, in doing so, had turned me into someone I hardly recognized. 


Since the moment I’d tasted the “forbidden fruit,” as he’d called it, I hadn’t been the same. 


Everything about him ignited something in me I couldn’t control. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke, the mere sight of him made me wet in my pants. And as much as I hated admitting it, my body craved him in ways I’d never imagined possible. I wasn’t the same Katy anymore. I’d changed. 


And right now, as I followed him into the place that held my darkest memories and most desperate desires, I knew I’d crossed a line I couldn’t go back from. 


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