Z A R A
Gentle? Does he think he can be gentle?
"Please, Alejandro! I beg of you to give me some time to... adjust. Please..." my voice is shaking with desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.
"Adjust? To what, my love?" He asks while nipping at the skin of my chest.
To you and your horrible way of treating me.
Give me time until I can't feel a shred of emotion anymore. Give me time until I'm just a hollow shell.
"I never go back on my word. Especially, when it comes to disciplining people who are out of line," his words are stern with an edge of warning. "You are now the wife of Alejandro Genovese. You, out of all people, should never step out of line."
If I speak against this again, it won't be good for me at all. I squeeze my eyes shut, my grip on the couch tightening as he kisses down my chest to my stomach.
