~Alina’s POV ~
His fingers pressed into my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to yield to his control. A traitorous shiver rippled down my spine.
No. I can’t let him break me.
I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Stop,” I groaned, the silk rope cutting deeper into my skin as I thrashed, my wrists burning.
Valentino’s laugh was dark and mocking.
“Begging already, principessa? [princess] And here I thought you wanted to make me pay.”
His knee shoved between my legs, forcing them wider. The cold air hit my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze, black with violence, dripping with something worse.
Hunger.
My stomach churned with disgust.
“Get off me!”
I spat in his face.
The liquid splattered across his cheek.
For a second, silence stretched betwee
