OLIVIA
The heavy rain hammered relentlessly against the roof of the armored SUV, creating a distant, deafening drumbeat. Inside the dim, leather-scented cabin, the air was suffocatingly hot. The alcohol still hummed through my veins, blurring the sharp edges of my panic, but my mind was violently, terrifyingly lucid.
I knew exactly what I was doing.
My life was a shattered ruin. Bruno had beaten me, dragged me across the floor, and stolen my father’s entire legacy in one devastating blow. I was completely empty.
I needed this. I needed the crushing weight of Antonio’s body over mine. I needed his hard d**k stretching me out to burn away the agonizing memories of the courtyard. I needed his absolute, ruthless dominance to drown out the screaming noise in my head.
"Antonio," I gasped,
