Alessandro's POV

I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Amelia was seated on the bed, her face pale. I chuckled when I remembered last night.

How I punished and made her pay for refusing to let me fuck her when I wanted to.

"Come here." I beckoned, signaling at her with my finger. She groaned, pulling the duvet to cover her body.

"I can't walk." She croaked and I smirked, picking up the hairdryer. "Come blow-dry my hair." I said, sitting in ...