Aria's povI hated how still the world felt after he finished.The bedroom, dim with low lighting, smelled like sweat and sex and something heavier—like dominance, like possession. Like a brand I couldn’t wash off.I lay there tied, limbs loose but raw. Not just from the way he’d taken me, but from the way he’d left me… exposed.Naked.Used.Claimed.And not just by his body but by his rules.The rope around my wrists wasn’t even tight anymore, but I couldn’t move. Not really. Shame coursed through me like acid in my veins, mixing with a tremble of something worse.Need.The bed creaked as Nero shifted beside me. I didn’t look at him. I focused on the ceiling which was blurry through the tears I refused to let fall.I hated crying in front of men. Especially men like him.“You’re quiet,” he said at last, voice tired from the aftermath. “Too quiet.”I kept my mouth shut.Let him wonder.“Are you hurt?”Yes. But not the way he meant.“No.”He sat up, the mattress dipping beneath his wei
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