[Elena's POV]

That's not a relationship I wanted.

I didn't say it out loud. I just stared at the heavy velvet curtains, trapped under his suffocating, heavy arm, until his phone buzzed violently on the nightstand.

Noah groaned. He pressed one last, hard kiss to my bare shoulder, grabbed his phone, and walked out of the bedroom, already barking orders in rapid Italian.

I slowly sat up and pulled the silk sheets over my chest. I looked down at my left wrist. The faint pink marks from the thick ropes were already fading, but I could still feel them burning my skin.

Last night in that dark room was a...