FIORELLA’S POV
A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I had been dreading.
I turned to hold his eyes. “No. I won’t let you do this to me again. I won’t let you play with me like a toy.”
Rhys stared down at me. “Too bad. I’ll play with you again and again until I tire of it.”
My words failed me.
I could only stare back at him in disbelief.
He caught me and spun me around in the blink of an eye. “I don’t know why I bother giving you the chance to cooperate.”
Before I could respond, a loud rip tore through the room, and my dress—whatever was left of it—went flying across it.
“Rhys!”
I was standing there in my lace bra and underwear, my face burning from humiliation.
Whatever dignity I had managed to salvage after the last few hours disappeared with that dress.
Stan
