Sofia"Turn around," Luca commanded. His voice was low, devoid of the anger that had fueled him on the phone, my heart hammered against my ribs, this was it. I had crossed it the moment I walked into this house, but now... now I was about to surrender the only thing I had left, my autonomy.I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat, a fear that tasted strangely sweet, as adrenaline and arousal mixed together. "Luca," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I've never...""I know," he interrupted softly. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward my naked skin. "That's why you're going to be quiet, and you're going to listen. Red. Yellow. Green. Do you remember?""Yes," I whispered."Turn," he repeated.I turned my back on him.The air in the room felt heavy, I closed my eyes, my senses heightening in the absence of sight. I could hear his breathing, slow, steady, controlled. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.Then, I felt the rope. It was cool and smooth, sliding across m
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