Luca
Emma surprises me by attending training again at six o'clock the following morning. Her presence was a commodity, one that made my men excited due to the fact this deviated from their routine.
I watch, enthralled, as she works her way through my men, yet as tired as I am, her abilities irk me. I failed to go to bed last, knowing that the money she squandered out of me on the pretence of her having the wedding she deserves has made me want to make her submit below me just for the slight loss to be worth it.
The more time I spend in her presence, the more I want to f**k her. It doesn't help that since that night my father forced her onto me, I haven't had any s****l encounters at all. A man has needs—I have needs, but it seems this man has a future wife to tend to them, so the need
