**Kiara**
The next morning arrived too quickly.
I moved like an old woman getting out of bed, every shift of fabric against my skin sending fresh fire across the welts on my backside,I could still hear the sharp crack of the belt in my memory, could still feel the cold precision in Rossi’s voice as he made me count,no mercy,no hesitation.
I chose a loose, dark grey dress that fell loosely over my hips and avoided sitting as much as possible,when the maid brought breakfast, I ate standing by the window, staring out at the guarded gardens,Lorenzo was still somewhere below me, broken and in agony because I had been foolish enough to believe escape was possible.
Rossi entered without knocking, already dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look every inch the ruthless Don,his expre
