Chapter forty-eight
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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The last few days have gone in a blur. No, he has turned it into a blur. It's like he hates my being fine, so he had to f**k me hard each night making me limp, twisting my body to please him, putting me in odd positions to satisfy him. Every day waking up next to him felt like a new nightmare, but set in the world of fantasy.
But it felt animalistic because that's the only thing we did, locked up inside the room.
Holding each other's scent, the unheard curses at each other. Luckily, I didn't cross any line, so he spared my ass after the first night.
The morning after I have had to rub his c*m stains on my inner thighs because by the time we are done I usually would have dozed off, and it's not we, it's he who should be done with me.
