Mia's POV I told myself I wouldn’t go.I stood in the bathroom of our villa, staring at my reflection…flushed cheeks, bruised neck hidden under makeup, eyes already glassy with guilt. Ryan wasn’t in bed tonight. He'd left early, muttering something about a get-together he had later at night.He'd missed my forehead before he left, like I was still his perfect, studious wife.But that part of me died days ago. Now, I'd slipped out of bed, out of our room, and into the warm insecapable night. My legs carried me toward the private dock where Victor waited. He stood near the captain’s cabin, arms crossed, looking every bit the man who owned me now. “Good girl,” he said quietly, gripping my chin hard. “I knew you’d come crawling.”Captain Reyes was inside… tall, weathered, with a commanding presence and a coiled rope on the table beside him. His eyes lit up with dark hunger when he saw me in my thin sundress.“Strip,” Reyes ordered, wasting not a second of time.The descent began slowly
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