Chapter 9. Pawns in the game

NATALIA'S POV

It's been over hours and I still couldn't get over the steamy encounter I had with Leandro.

After he had left me to deal with my horniness, I stayed for over 30 minutes still strapped to the table because he clearly didn't remember to unstrap me.

It wasn't until I felt my body relax before I finally had the strength to call for help without sounding like a kitten. And guess who came to the rescue so fast?

The same man I spoke to in the wedding hall, against Leandro's orders.

I couldn't even look into his face, all through the period where he was taking off the straps from my hands and legs, my eyes were shut tightly.

It wasn't until I felt him lift me off the table that I finally decided to open them and when I did, he was already at the door.

“Where's your room?”

That was the only thing I heard him say, at that point I was forced to stare at him and when I did, I noticed a glint of displeasure etched on his face.

Who or what he was displeased at, I had no fucking idea.