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It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more.

With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more.

He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience.

Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited.

"Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance.

Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Enslaved By Desire

Amelia sat quietly on her bed, staring at the small pile of clothes and belongings she had just finished folding. The room was silent, but her mind wasn't. Her thoughts raced, replaying the arguments, the tension, and the humiliation of the past few days. She couldn't stay here anymore. This wasn't a home—it was a cage.

She stood up and started packing her things into her suitcase, her movements deliberate. One by one, she folded her clothes, tucked away her books, and placed her shoes neatly at the bottom of the bag. Her hands trembled slightly, but her face was calm.

"This is it," she whispered to herself, zipping the suitcase shut.

Amelia glanced around the room. It wasn't much—just a bed, a small table, and a closet—but it had been her space. Now, it felt suffocating. She grabbed her bags and dragged them toward the door.

As she stepped into the hallway, she saw Rosa and Elena standing nearby, their faces filled with confusion.

The last time I'll see him