*** Rosaria's POV ***

I stood in front of him, watching his face. It was ridiculous what I had just done, but it wasn’t the worst. Whenever the men stripped me to fuck me, their faces contorted in disgust. ‘Well, at least I don’t have to look at you to fuck you.’ That was their usual line. There wasn’t anything I could do at this point about how it looked, and I was far past having shame about it.


Marek was beautiful. Not handsome, beautiful. The same beauty I’d admired in ...