CHAPTER FORTY

I woke tangled in sheets, spent, pleasured and alone. Running my hands through my hair, I remembered how rough last night went. I was red-bottomed and sore but regretted nothing. It wasn’t everyday I could get what I desired. Even if I end up dying, I was happy I spent a long night in his bed.

I giggled when I saw the red rope still on my wrist. Climbing out of bed, I decided to dress up and clean before Connor stepped in. I was picking up my torn dress when he entered with a breakfast tray.

A storm of emotion briefly passed behind his impassive face. He gave my body a bold, sweeping gaze that made me shudder. Connor dropped the tray on the stand then swept me into his arms.

An hour later, my legs were like jelly. Connor fell back into bed breathing hard, a hand over his eyes. Lying on my side, I curled up and raised my head to look at him. His half-lidded eyes slid closed as he breathed my name.

“Hm?”

“Have your breakfast. It must be cold by now.”

“Thank you.” I sat up and picke