C12 Chapter Twelve

NINA

I’m barely breathing, too scared to move, much less say anything. Massimo is beneath me, his large frame supporting me with ease, and his hard body digging into my backside.

I can’t read him. One minute he’s mocking me, and the next he wants to know who put the bruise on my jaw, and the next he’s … touching me.

It’s all a game to him, some way to inflict a whiplash-like torture on me