He got out of the bed, and I lay there with my legs still spread, too weak and too dazed to close them. My chest rose and fell quickly, my body still buzzing from everything he had done to me. I should have looked away, should have turned my head, but I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to him, following his every move.

Emiliano stood tall at the side of the bed, his broad shoulders casting a shadow under the dim golden light of the bedroom lamps. For a long moment, he didn’t move. He just ...