Chapter 18 The Real Puppet Master

• It felt like déjà vu—Cecilia woke up in that familiar yet unsettling scenario again. An unfamiliar room. A body aching all over. A disheveled bed. And a throbbing pain between her legs, so intense it made her feel utterly wrecked. Then, as her gaze fell on her naked body littered with angry red marks, everything came rushing back.
• “How brutal,” Cecilia muttered under her breath, though there was no one to hear her. Still, she couldn’t help but curse the man who had turned her flawless skin into a canvas of lustful artistry.
• Since this wasn’t her first time, she managed to suppress most of her shock. But remembering last night’s events made her want to vanish from the face of the earth.