SOFIA’S POV**

I woke up the next morning with Matteo’s cum still leaking slowly from my newly stretched pussy.

The ache between my legs was constant — a delicious, throbbing reminder that the ruthless Don had claimed my virginity on the dining table and filled me so full I could still feel the warmth of his release deep inside me.

For the next several days, Matteo turned my training into an art form.

He kept me naked most of the time, except for the black silk ribbon from our blood vow tied loosely around my throat like a collar. He made me crawl to him on my hands and knees...