Tabitha’s POV
It’s been two weeks since Fabrizio first claimed me on that couch. That night, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity, for the way he took me so completely without hesitation. I hadn’t told him I was a virgin, and the pain was unlike anything I could have imagined. But now, two weeks later, my body aches for him in ways I don’t understand, in ways I never thought possible.
Lying in his bed now, I feel that same longing building inside me. His touch still lingers on my skin, a constant reminder of the control he has over me, the way my body responds to him even when my mind is conflicted. He hasn’t touched me in two weeks—not intimately. He’s given me space, but I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. He’s waiting. And I’m ready.
I hear the door ope
