LORENZO’S POV The message came while I sat in the kitchen staring at my phone like it owed me answers. Unknown number. One line.I’m back, Master. For you.My thumb froze over the screen. The kitchen lights suddenly felt too bright, and the air too thin to breathe. Valentina. The name alone dragged up memories I’d paid good money to bury—her kneeling in the red room years ago, obedient and eager, until jealousy turned her sharp and unpredictable. She’d been my first real submissive after I took the reins from Don Antonio. Back then the power felt clean and intoxicating. She followed every command, took every mark I gave her, and for a while it was perfect.Valentina introduced us. Isabella was her cousin, a girl who’d run away from home back in Spain. Not because her family was cruel or broken—Mamma Rosa and Papa loved her fiercely—but because she was young, headstrong and drowning in her own rebellion during one of the darkest chapters their family had ever faced. She landed in M
Última actualización : 2026-03-12
INICIAR SESIÓN
