**SOFIA’S POV**

The honeymoon suite looked like a dark cathedral.

Candlelight flickered across black marble floors and heavy crimson drapes. In the center of the room stood a massive four-poster bed draped in black silk, with a single white marble altar-like platform at its foot. Matteo had clearly prepared this space for my corruption.

I stood in the middle of the room still wearing my full white wedding gown, the long veil now pushed back but still attached to my intricately pinned hair. The expensive fabric was wrinkled and stained from the limo, my thighs still sticky with the evidence of the orgasm he’d forced from me in the car....