She was broken. It was the only possible explanation she could come up with, but she was clearly, irrevocably and completely broken.
Eight days since she’d woken up after a short nap still naked from the waist down with her blouse missing buttons and her bra pushed down under her breasts, filled with his ejaculate and she was at a loss. Eight days since Furio sent her back home in a car driven by his security team. Eight days of radio silence from him. Eight nights during which every single one she experienced more than one violently wicked dream of Furio Matrone f*****g her a hundred ways to Sunday and then telling her it was never going to happen again.
It was also eight days since she’d been able to have an orgasm.
As she dropped her vibrator onto the mattress beside her, she kick
