Valentina POV
I froze. My boots felt nailed to the plush carpet. A morbid, suffocating curiosity hijacked my limbs, pulling me toward the sliver of light spilling from the cracked door before my pride could scream at me to turn around.
I looked through the gap.
The room was cast in deep shadows, lit only by the amber glow of the courtyard lamps outside the window. Marco had Bianca pinned hard against the wood paneling of the far wall like she belonged there, like her body was his to use. Her expensive ivory gown was shoved up around her waist in a crumpled mess, exposing the pale skin of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Her legs were locked high around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back as he held her completely off the floor with nothing but the raw strength of his hands dig
