Chapter 77

EVE.

The moment I realised I was lying on a bed, I jerked up too fast and nearly blacked out. My eyes scanned my environment.

I winced, one hand holding my head, while the other pressed instinctively between my thighs.

I was so weak and so sore that I couldn't even sit properly.

Every inch of me screamed that last night had been too much.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped when I looked at the clock. It was already past 1 PM.

Jesus. I'd been out all night.

When my brain registered where I was, my breath caught. I was in Saint's room. On his bed.

I had no memory after breaking apart in his dungeon, after the last orgasm ripped me into unconsciousness. Everything else was blank. But one thing I knew I wanted to do was to reach out to Kyrie before his offer elapsed.

And now, it was way past morning.

Shit.

Saint had forced orgasms from me until I passed out. And from what I could see, he had cleaned me up and dressed me in one of his shirts.

My throat worked hard around a lump. Saint Rollins didn’t do