Emma's POV
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing from the encounter with Luca. The silence in the room was deafening, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I hated him. I hated how he controlled everything, how he made me feel powerless in my own life.
But most of all, I hated how my body betrayed me every single time he touched me.
The way his hands had gripped me earlier, the roughness, the dominance… It was everything I despised, but somehow, my body craved it. It was as though I had no control over myself when he was near, and that infuriated me. I didn’t want to be one of those women—submissive and powerless under a man’s touch—but with Luca, it was different. He took what he wanted, and I hated that deep down, some twisted part of me wanted it too.
