Peyton
There's a bloodstain on the sheet covers, my blood when Killian's dick broke the bonds between my hymen.
I swallow hard.
How would Rein feel if she finds out?
Not like she would, but I can't help thinking about how they're still together and I let him do as he pleases with me. He'll still go back to her, kiss her, and make love to her on this bed. After all, I am nothing to him. Will remain.
Lancelot would probably be tossing in his grave now. Agitated that I betrayed him by sleeping with another man barely four weeks after his death. I was like a precious pearl to him when he was alive. I'll bet if someone had told him I'll sleep with another man after not mourning him for long, he'd have knocked the person's head off.
Let the dead be the dead, Peyton. Freya says, trying to make me feel less rotten, but it does help.
Biting down on my bottom lip in shame, I hold up the sheet covers to shield my body from Killian's gaze.
Because he's looking at me like he wants to fuck me again
