MATTEO’s POV
I returned to the room, finding her still bound and helpless on the floor. Her eyes blazed with anger and hatred, but I was unmoved. She needed to be taught a lesson to understand my control. I poured a whiskey and sat down, watching her struggle against the ropes with a mix of fascination and amusement. She was a wildcat, full of fight and spirit. I hadn't expected that from her, but it made her more intriguing. Her constant resistance only added to her allure.
As I savored my whiskey, memories flooded my mind, tracing our journey from the moment we met. I had recognized her unique spark, and now, she was mine to possess. Yet, gazing into her eyes, I saw the fear and vulnerability I had instilled. Something within me stirred, a pang of doubt and remorse. Had I been too ruthless? Had my need for control blinded me to her limits? The thought lingered as I sighed heavily
I set my drink down and walked over to her.