The weeks that followed were a strange blend of brutality and intimacy. Their relationship existed in a duality: in the eyes of the world, and her father, Roman was the stern, silent shadow that never left her side. In the privacy of the penthouse or the secluded corners of the city, he was her owner, her teacher, and her lover.
The s*x became a part of the training. Roman used it to teach her about surrender, about trust, and about the power of restraint. He would lead her through the city, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back, and whisper commands into her ear that made her blush and tremble in public, knowing that she had to remain composed and silent.
One evening, they were attending a high-profile gala at the Metropolitan Museum. Bella was dressed in a shimmering s
