I'm trapped in Malvagio's web of manipulation, the biggest fool in his ruthless playbook. He's the master; I'm the pawn. With each command, I surrender my freedom, voluntarily shackling myself to his whims. My desperation to placate him knows no bounds.
Malva knows how to inflict both pain and pleasure. He gives based on how the victim has acted.
When he kissed my lips softly, I wanted to resist him so badly. Every ounce of strength in me told me to fight him, and as luck will have it, I pulled back, succeeding.
" Let me go, Malva. I ... I am not your s*x buddy anymore, " I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but instead of obedience, he cupped one of my breasts in his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, which forced me to moan.
Malva wasn't the one who took orders. No. He is the ty
