Chapter twenty-one
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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"Who did this to you?”
I look down at myself, my hands tied so hard that I feel my pulse against my wrists are beating heavy. And the fact that this skirt does nothing to hide anything about me makes the word modesty feel foreign. My inner thigh rubs against his waist, as the seat behind is slightly higher, making me feel like I'm falling on top of him, who does nothing to avoid touching me and my hurt knee. And he hasn't even started to ride this s**t.
I feel anxious, overwhelmed by the way the night turned out to be. But the taste of freedom was something I never expected.
I try to pull myself back, away from his touch, but there's no room on his bike.
“Why do you care?” I hit back, hating the way he has me tied and also hating the
