His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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AMBER

I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning.

I hadn't been able to sleep a wink all night.

Hounding myself with the possibility that Lorenzo was selling me dreams.

I was sure that he had seen me as a one-time thing.

I was so sure of it...

But then he said so many sweet things to me.

So many things that I didn't expect him to say.

I just hoped he wasn't leading me on on purpose, and making me feel like this was going to get somewhere if it wasn't.

I hoped he wasn't stringing me along.

I sighed to myself, before rolling out of bed, feeling like death.

It was Saturday morning. I made my way to the shower, needing to unwind and relax after the events of last night.

As the water poured over me, all I could think about was Lorenzo.

How he traced and caressed my curves in all the right places.

Took his sweet time with me.

Treating me like I was a work-of-art...

The way that Agron never did.

When I was with Lorenzo, I could feel myself completely shutting off the memory of Agron.

Forgetting about him completely.

Not because the trauma didn't affect me anymore, because it did...

But Lorenzo made me realize how I deserved to be treated.

He made me realize what I deserved.

I deserved to be taken out on dates, I deserved to be made love to.

Not just fucked and disposed.

Not abused and tortured.