All Chapters of AFTER FIVE YEARS, HE FOUND ME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ADRIANA’S POV I lingered near the top of the stairs when I heard Alessandro’s voice rise slightly from the hallway below. His face had changed during that phone call earlier. I caught the shift in his expression from the corner of my eye, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes went flat and dangerous. Whatever news came through the line touched something he cared about deeply. I knew that look too well from our old days. Tonight already felt loaded with threats I could not name, yet refusing him seemed impossible.“Ms. Rossi,” one of the stylists called me from the end of the hallway. “We are running out of time.”I nodded my head, took one look at Alessandro before walking towards my room where the rest of the stylists were already prepped. I didn’t know how many hours had passed as they did their wonders on my face, hair, and nails. Soft hands brushed powder across my cheeks, swept shadow over my lids until my hazel eyes looked brighter and larger. They pinned my dark hair into a

ADRIANA’S POV My heart slammed against my ribs the second Roman called my name. The low buzz of the vibrator inside me pulsed steadily, a cruel reminder of Alessandro’s control even as terror flooded my veins. I couldn’t move. My legs felt rooted to the polished floor while Roman started walking toward us, that familiar cruel tilt to his mouth. Every step he took made the air thinner. I shook so hard my teeth nearly chattered. The toy shifted with each tremble, sending unwanted sparks through my core that mixed shamefully with the fear. Alessandro noticed. Of course he did. His arm slid around my waist and pulled me tight against his side, fingers digging into my hip with possessive strength. The heat of his body grounded me for a split second, but it didn’t stop the violent tremble that rolled through me. Roman kept coming, his eyes locked on me like I was prey he had every right to claim. Before Roman could close the last few feet, Alessandro thrust his free hand out and planted

ADRIANA’S POV My breath caught in my throat. Alessandro’s question hung between us like a challenge.“Tell me something, Rosa,” he murmured close to my ear. “How wet are you under your panties?”Heat rushed to my face. The ballroom seemed to disappear, the guests, the music, and the whispers. Everything faded until all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.I couldn’t answer, not with him looking at me like that, not after everything that had happened tonight.His eyes narrowed slightly. “How wet are you?” he asked again in a whisper as his tongue traced my neck, hot and deliberate, while the vibrator buzzed harder inside me. My thighs clenched together on instinct. “Mmh…mmm...”another broken moan slipped out before I could trap it. Heat flooded my face. I bit down hard on my lower lip, too ashamed to answer him right there with half the room still watching us.He noticed. Of course he did. His fingers caught my chin and lifted it firmly until I met his eyes. “Rosa, stop

ADRIANA’S POV“Five years, Rosa. Five years, and you’re still exactly the same,” he whispered, his voice low and calm. I lay spread open and chained to the bed, my chest heaving, body drenched in sweat and my own cum. I couldn’t answer him. My nipples throbbed like fire from the clamps. My pussy felt raw and puffy, still twitching from the brutal stretch of the toys. My asshole burned, clenching around nothing now, slick with lube and the mess I had made when I squirted again and again. Every breath sent fresh aches through my marked tits and swollen cunt. I needed him so badly it hurt worse than the whip. I lifted my head as much as the restraints allowed when Alessandro stepped closer. Finally my lips parted, voice hoarse and broken. “Master… please, I need you inside me. Fuck me. I want you to use me.” He said nothing. Those cold eyes swept over my wrecked body once more, then he reached for my wrists and uncuffed them with quick, impersonal movements. My ankles followed. He di

ADRIANA’S POVI paced the locked room like a trapped animal, my bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. The guards had shoved me inside and slammed the heavy door, the click of the lock echoing like a final judgment. My chest tightened until each breath hurt. Luca. My little boy lay in that hospital bed, and I could not reach him. The thought clawed at my insides worse than any chain Alessandro had used on me. I pressed my forehead against the window glass and stared at the distant grounds below. It was too high. Jumping would shatter every bone in my body. I remembered the night I fled Roman’s fortress, Luca strapped tightly to my back in a makeshift carrier. I had twisted my ankle on landing and still ran through the woods with blood in my mouth. But this window offered no mercy. One wrong move and my son would lose his mother forever. I sank onto the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. Tears came hot and angry. Alessandro knew about Luca. He had thrown the truth at