He growled, his voice dangerous “You belong to me, little flower. Only me.”

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Milena trembled at his hold, scared that the man might snap her head if she dared do something to anger him further.

Her lips parted, finally finding her words. “Please… please, I beg of you,” she rasped, seeming to be out of breath.

Rafael finally released her. She shifted back, gluing herself to the hard surface behind her. A hand never left the towel, not even once.

And it angered Rafael.

As he made to remove the hand, a knock interrupted them.

Rafael's attention flicked to the door, and Milena let out a silent breath as...