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Francesca

I walked to the master suite like a prisoner heading to the gallows. Faust was livid. In fact, I think he might be angrier than the night I stabbed him with the pen. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.

Fear slid down my spine, making my skin break out in a cold sweat.

Would he hurt me?

No, he wouldn't. I knew it inside me. He might spank me, but we would both like that. No doubt he would tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to follow the orders he gave to prove my apology and then he would forgive me. Hopefully this involved some naked time.

The bed was perfectly smooth, without a crease in the gray comforter. I slid onto the mattress and folded my legs under my hips, pushing my ass into the air. The buzz of prosecco faded as soon as I caught sight of Fausto's furious expression on the patio balcony. Too bad I hadn't allowed myself another glass. Then I might not be so nervous for whatever he had in mind.

I waited there for a long time, what felt l