The Cruel One

Donato's POV

She lay there—naked, trembling, used—but far from finished.

Her skin was still flushed from Emilio’s torment, her breathing shallow, her limbs too shaky to resist. And yet, when I stepped forward, everything in her stilled. Like a flame recognizing the shadow of something colder.

I didn’t rush. I wanted her to feel it—my presence pressing against the air, claiming it. Emilio was the g