Chapter 22-Setting The Trap
Massimo's POV “Don, you know she didn’t do it, right?” Markus asked as he stepped into my office, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall without really seeing it. Isabella’s face kept flashing in my mind…chained up, naked, dripping wet while the whip kissed her skin. The memory made my c**k twitch even now. “I know,” I said flatly. “But I want the real culprit to think they’re free. That way they’ll let their guard down.” Markus nodded slowly, but I could see the question in his eyes. “So why punish her?” A smirk tugged at my lips. “It isn’t exactly that type of punishment. It’s something she likes.” Markus raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t explain further. My mind was too busy replaying how her body had reacted in that room. Th
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