MATTEO’S POV**

She was going to be the death of me.

Three weeks after I left her dripping on the chapel altar, I still couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. Sofia. My virgin bride. My perfect little wife. The innocent girl I’d bought with blood and vows was now the only thing that made the monster inside me feel alive.

I watched her from the shadows of the bedroom as she slept.

Naked. Collared with the black silk ribbon I’d tied around her throat myself. Her thighs were still parted slightly, the evidence of last night’s fucking glistening between them — my cum still leaking slowly...