Eva

My fingers dug into Christopher's arm as we made our way up the stairs, his triumphant smile grating on my troubled mind. I sighed deeply, looking away to hide the turmoil that churned within me.

Leaving Lorenzo was the right decision, I reminded myself. He had broken the last fragile thread that held us together, and I couldn't be with a man who planned to reduce me to a pathetic shell, begging him to accept me as his plaything.

"I can't believe you are no longer his," Christopher whispered, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers of revulsion down my spine. "I'll make you fully mine."

I looked...