CHAPTER ELEVEN

But that right there is not right. Because what you like in bed has nothing to do with who you are,” Eton said, watching her carefully. “But you’re implying there’s something wrong with that. You don’t sound like someone completely comfortable with who you are.”

Averting her gaze, Kaia let out a small laugh. “I’m a bit kinky in bed, and I’m proud of it.”

Eton put his thumb under her chin and tipped it up, bringing their faces close. “Are you, really?” he said quietly. “But why you hide your true self under a guise of a very carefree and cheerful girl when you're nothing like that? Are you wondering how can I tell. Because you see, when I first saw you, I saw a little girl who seemed to be forcing herself to be something she wasn’t.”

Kaia could only look at him, her throat dry and thick. “I’m like this because I don’t have the kindest dad in the world and because my dad happens to be a dangerous man with a quick temper. And I dress that way because I want to look older and be taken ser