65. Carlo's Humiliation

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room.

There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.

Carlo stood with his back to the window, holding a leather belt in his hand. He was whipping Sienna’s exposed rear, but most of his body was shrouded in shadow, making it hard to see his expression. His strikes, however, didn’t seem particularly harsh. To Lyla, it appeared more like teasing than punishment. Sienna’s pale, smooth skin bore no visible welts, and her moans were exaggerated, more akin to an act of seduction than cries of pain. Her body twisted and arched, flaunting her figure with every movement.

The scene was painfully familiar, almost an e