Chapter Thirty-Eight: Get Up!

Antoine POV

Stacie pressed the knife against my neck, and it cut slightly through my skin. I could feel the pain, but the funniest part of it was that I couldn't get my mind to think properly or even react. The impact of her soft breast pressing against my hard back was clouding my brain and overriding my senses. I opened my mouth to say something but then she pressed her breast further into my back and I closed my mouth back, swallowing hard in my throat.

It was so confusing and it felt so hard, trying to utter a word. I didn't like the way I was feeling but I couldn't help it. Maybe being away from women, sex, and everything, all this time is taking hold of my body. Because, the last time I remembered, I used to have control over little things like this, over a little sexual desire, over a pesky libido. Even when most of the slaves had packed themselves to my chambers, naked and wet for me, I hadn't even touched them at all.

Even with the fact that I had been drunk and everything,