Sore

Chapter 31

Ashley had expected breakfast in bed, but that was not happening.

She had taken her bath and sat on the bed, waiting and hoping that maybe he'll bring it up or something but it was not happening.

She chuckled at her stupid self and shook her head.

She had to put it all in her head.

What they had was sex and not lovemaking.

No matter how pleasurable it was, it was nothing more than sex.

In the end, he wanted a child, an heir.

She felt like pulling all her hair out but it wouldn't help her.

And with the way he fucked her earlier that night, she was sure their child was already forming up to zygote.

Standing up, she reached for the brush and began to comb her long hair.

She winced, recalling how he had pulled her hair last night.

Her cheek reddened.

Damn! There was no denying the pleasure.

It was raw, sweet, and painful.

She dropped the comb and began to leap down the stairs.

Her legs felt as if they were poles apart and if she were to move roughly, they would cut off.

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