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Chapter 11 - Chapter 10

Alessia woke up to an empty bed, the other side of the sheets cold to the touch, with no sign of Marco's presence except for the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Alessia's eyes fluttered open to find Marco's side of the bed vacant, the morning light streaming through the window highlighting the emptiness.

Alessia tried to move from the bed, but winced as her leg brushed against her sensitive area, sending a sharp pang of pain through her.

Alessia struggled to make her way to the bathroom, wincing in pain with each step. Finally, she got to the bathroom and began to take her bath, the warm water offering some relief. Minutes later, she felt a presence behind her. As she started to panic, a low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "It's me." marco said.

As she heard his voice, Alessia's tension eased, and she relaxed into the warmth of the bath. But her calm was short-lived. When she realized what Marco intended to do, her panic returned, and she stiffened, her heart racing with anticipation and a touch of fear.

After last night's events, Marco had decided to slip out and attend to some pressing business matters that required his attention. However, his mind kept drifting back to Alessia, and he found himself preoccupied with thoughts of her.

Marco's thoughts crystallized into a singular determination he would never let Alessia go. She was his, completely and utterly – her body, soul, and mind belonged to him, and he would claim them as his own.

"How are you feeling?" Marco whispered, his lips tracing gentle kisses along Alessia's neck. Yesterday had been the best night of his life, and he was eager to relive that magic, to recapture the passion and intimacy they had shared.

Alessia's body stiffened as she realized where Marco's gentle kisses and whispered words were leading. Yesterday night had been a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment brought on by the drugs. She hadn't planned on giving in to him so easily, and she certainly didn't intend to let him have her again without a fight. She wasn't some cheap conquest to be won over with charm and seduction.

"I-I'm still sore down there," Alessia stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Marco's eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, his gaze filled with warmth and understanding. He gently turned her to face him, his lips inches from hers. But just as he was about to kiss her, Alessia's hand shot up, her palm pressing against his chest. "No, please," she whispered, her eyes pleading. Marco's smile softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead instead. "I'll give you some space," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. With a gentle smile, he stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him to give her some much-needed privacy.

Alessia stepped out of the bathroom, expecting Marco to be waiting for her, perhaps with a persuasive smile or a gentle touch. But to her surprise, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, she spotted a plain dress laid out on the bed, accompanied by a note scribbled in bold handwriting: "Wear it and come downstairs."

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