Chapter Sixteen

♕—Delilah

I tugged at the metal collar on my neck, I was getting so used to having this around my neck that it doesn't even bother me anymore.

I hadn't seen Lorenzo since this morning after breakfast. I kept thinking about what to do without making that psychopathic satan kill me. He insinuated that he might go back on his word and hurt me, I don't if he was talking about physical or mental, or emotional.

And I don't want to find out.

I put the lasagne in the oven and chewed on my nail while sitting over the kitchen counter. I could impress him with my cooking skills, I could play a part here, you know, where I make his life easy when he comes home... like a good little housewife would.

The thought was scary with a man like Lorenzo but I don't know if I can fight him in any other way. All I need is the determination to do it. No matter how much he disgusts me, I just have to.

I shuddered as I thought about last night, his hand on my skin, his tongue all over my hand, and the way