Chapter twenty-eight
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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Broken
Defeated, that what I feel ever since I openly admitted wanting to do anything for him.
I couldn't look at myself in the mirror this morning, and I didn't understand what he wanted for me. He spanked me, twelve was the count before he had pressed his hand on my burning skin as he traced my skin over the dress I had.
And then he just dropped me down the bed, before he left.
I didn't understand anything that came to him. His intentions, or his needs or what he had in his mind when it came to me.
I'm not sure if I had let him take me last night, but I was at my weakest moment, the most vulnerable position, yet he didn't take advantage of me.
My thoughts faded away as I was taken out of the house. As per the instructions by the
