Marie's POV
Mancini had used my body however he liked, but those times were never times that I ever got used to.
It always felt like the first time. I always experienced the fear and pain I experienced the first time.
He was standing over me, folding and unfolding his fists. I knew what was coming next when I saw how his eyes roamed over my body, taking every bit of my features in.
"Undress," he said in a low growl.
He had seen my body over and over, and there was nothing to hide.
The maid had done a big job, chopping off most of my clothes. There was barely anything left to cover my chest. I let go of the hand that had been holding the dress to my chest and let it fall beside me. I watched as his gaze lingered on my cleavage, then hungrily back at me.
"Now!" He bellowed.
I pushed the straps of what was left of the dress down my shoulder.
Everything came off with my dress, and I stood staring at the floor, waiting.
