SEVENTY ONE

She was sated, thoroughly fucked and satisfied by Lucien and so she watched him sleep, marveling at how beautiful he looked sleeping without a care in the world. His chest rising and falling with each breath he took and a stray lock of hair over his face; he looked like a god and she, his human discretion

He had indeed ruined her, if she was wide awake watching him sleep while her eyes drooped. She had wanted to see what he looked like without the billionaire façade he always had to put on and it had been worth the wait for him to fall asleep.

He had an arm draped around her waist and even as she tried to free herself, he only tightened his grip and mumbled incoherently with a frown furrowing his forehead.

Mara laughed at this and scooted closer, watching his face relax and a smile coat his lips. Her hand moved of its own volition, brushing the hair from his face as she continued watching him sleep.

Her visit to Alexander had left her skin crawling and her mind screaming danger but on