LENA’S POV
Everything happened so quickly that I didn’t even have time to process things.
“Give it to me,” Vincenzo’s ordered in a voice that was low and dangerous.
Despite the fear in my heart and the trembling in my knees, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling excitement bubble at my depths. It was a twisted satisfaction that stemmed from a place of darkness and trauma, the thrill of defying someone that loved to dominate even when it put me at risk.
My thoughts were a whirlwind, but they were calculated even in the midst of the fear and thrill that brewed within me. As a devote student of psychology, I couldn’t help but analyze the situation before me, pondering my next move as the subject of my desires had suddenly materialized in my room. I should have been terrified that Vincenzo
