Isabella's POV
I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, boredom eating away at me. I had no idea how long Massimo planned to keep me locked in here, but honestly, I didn’t care. As long as he kept me close, that was all that mattered. I was his now. Or at least I wanted to be.
The welts from the whip still stung a little on my skin, but every time I thought about the way he looked at me, the way his hands felt, heat rushed through my body again. I bit my lip and shifted on the sheets, my thighs pressing together.
The room was quiet. I had changed into one of the new simple outfits…a soft black t-shirt and shorts…and now there was nothing left to do but wait.
My mind kept replaying the bet I made with him. The way I had straddled him, grinding on his hard c**k, whispering that I want
