Chapter 143

Alessandro's POV

I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Amelia was seated on the bed, her face pale. I chuckled when I remembered last night.

How I punished and made her pay for refusing to let me fuck her when I wanted to.

"Come here." I beckoned, signaling at her with my finger. She groaned, pulling the duvet to cover her body.

"I can't walk." She croaked and I smirked, picking up the hairdryer. "Come blow-dry my hair." I said, sitting in front of the vanity mirror.

Amelia rolled to the other side on the bed and screamed, "I said I can't walk. I can't even move!" She cried.

"Why can't you walk?" I asked, chuckling. "Did you sprain your ankle or something?"

She pulled the duvet away and sat up, rolling her eyes at me. "Are you serious right now? Argh, I hate you." She threw a pillow at me and I caught it even before it could hit my head.

"You keep screaming that I should fuck you more, make you