129. I want her back.

Salvatore.

I sat in my study, enjoying the attention of another maid. I then sat back in my leather chair, feeling the softness against my skin as my maid works her magic on me. She worked hard to please me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on the picture of Elena hanging on the wall in front of me. I couldn't help but imagine her in my arms, under my control. I imagine her in my bed, her hair spread out on my pillow, her body moving beneath me as I make love to her. I could almost feel her skin against mine, her lips on my neck, her fingers in my hair.

But it was not just about the physical. I wanted her in every way possible. I wanted her to be mine, to belong to me completely. I wanted her to share my life, to share everything with me.

My mind wandered to the last time I had seen her. She was so beautiful, so pure. I could sense her vulnerability, her need for escape. I knew I could be the one to provide that for her. I longed to feel her skin against mine, to hea