CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

VITO

Entering the room and finding my mate clad in just a towel did thousands of things to me. When she turned around and gave me that one seductive look, I almost lost it, then she pulled off her towel and let it fall to the ground, my pupils diluted in lust. My eyes fell on her twin peaks and I felt myself getting hard. She proceeded to make several advances to me, driving me crazy. But then, she turned around in the process of seducing me. That was when I snapped out of whatever that had enchanted me. My eyes met the familiar rattle on her back. That one tattoo that hunts me, that one tattoo that makes me lose my mind at the sight of it.

“Who are you and where is my mate?” I growled.

I've seen Fiorella’s back over three times. When I reaped her clothes apart on the first day she arrived here when I almost went all.the way with her in the playroom, not to forget when I bathed and dressed her up, the night I took her to the hospital. Of all these times, I never noticed this tattoo,