Azalea

“Starting today, you belong to me,” he said. His voice felt cold and distant, even though he stood so close I could feel his breath. My heart pounded with terror. “Remember my name. I am Adriano Rion Giordani. I’m your husband now. And I’m also your master.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I will remember.”

“Why are you still on the floor?” he asked sharply.

I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaking. Adriano grabbed my hand ...