Chapitre 42: Anger and Pleasure

The room was dimly lit, filled with shadows that danced along the walls as if reflecting the increasing emotions coursing through me.

Bound to the annoying chains that held my wrists above my head, I found myself torn between the pleasure surging through my body and the fury boiling in my heart. 

Bruno, his presence overwhelming, sat back in a chair, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Veronica leaned over me, her breath hot against my skin. The soft caress of fingertips went down my body, igniting a feeling of warmth that left me breathless. 

"Just relax, Maria," Veronica whispered, her voice smooth and inviting. "I want you to feel everything."

But how could I relax? The conflict within me was maddening.

Each kiss Veronica placed upon my skin was an assault, both enjoyable and infuriating. 

My body betrayed me, responding eagerly to the attention even as my mind screamed against it.