LANA
The more I listened to Bernardo, the more my fear grew. I didn’t even realize when tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I begged desperately, “Please, I’m begging you—don’t do what you just said.”
Bernardo sneered. “Stop begging. It will only excite me more.”
He laughed sinisterly, then added, “Lana, I’ve never met a woman as sweet as you. You’re too delicious—I can’t get enough of you.”
A shiver ran through me at his words. I stared at him, trembling with fear, as he curled his lips in a twisted smile and said, “Think about it, Lana. All the men who’ve had a taste of you—none of them were willing to let go. They risked everything for you. That’s how irresistible you are…”
Suddenly, his phone rang again. He grumbled under his breath, answered, “Stop calling me, old man,” and then hung up.
He fixed his gaze on me, his expression cold and unreadable, then said softly, “Don’t worry, Lana. When I’m done with you, you won’t want to go back to your husband. You’ll be thinking only
