Francesca
I walked to the master suite like a prisoner going to the gallows. Faust was livid. In fact, I think he might be angrier than the night I stabbed him with the pen. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.
Fear slithered down my spine, making my skin break out in a cold sweat.
Would he hurt me?
No, he wouldn't. I knew it deep down. He might beat me, but we'd both enjoy it. No doubt, he'd tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to do as he instructed to prove my apology, and then he'd forgive me. Hopefully, that would involve some naked time.
The bed was perfectly smooth, without a crease in the gray comforter. I slid onto the mattress and tucked my legs under my hips, thrusting my butt into the air. The buzz of prosecco faded as I caught sight o
