Viola gasped sharply. Her back arched slightly off the mattress. "Aaah..." A soft, pained sound vibrated in the back of her throat. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "You're hurting me," she whispered brokenly. "Am I?" he murmured. He didn't break eye contact. He watched the way her fists twisted the bedsheets, the way her teeth sank into her lip. Beneath the agonizing pain and the freezing cold, a sudden, unfamiliar heat pooled deep in her belly. Her body was reacting to the raw dominance in his stare. It was too intense. It was too much. She broke eye contact first, staring up at the ceiling as her chest heaved. Minutes passed. The quiet room filled only with the sound of her ragged, trembling breaths. He finally lifted the ice away. He tossed the pack onto the table and picked up the small glass jar the maid had left. He scooped out a generous amount of clear, cooling gel. His large, rough hand gently wrapped around her calf. Viola’s breath hitched as he began
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