CHAPTER EIGHT

When Kaia woke up the next day, it was already afternoon, although if it wasn’t for the clock on the wall, there would be no way she would know. Because once again, It was snowing outside.

Kaia rubbed at her eyes and stretched in the soft bed, feeling deliciously well-rested and comfy. Her muscles ached a little, but she felt more comfortable than she had in ages. She still wasn’t sure why she had been moved from her old room to this suspiciously nice one, but she hoped it wasn’t just a fluke.

Then, she recalled something. Had Eton really told her these were his personal rooms?

Kaia flushed, remembering the circumstances of it. Fuck. Had she really let that man handle her, hold her while she pissed, and generally treat her like a thing?

His thing?

Kaia's stomach did a little flip-flop.

Suddenly, she had a nearly irresistible urge to run. Run somewhere far away from that strange man with cruel eyes and gentle, proprietary hands.

Though…she couldn’t deny that it all had gone rather sm