Shaking my head, I hope that I’m not blushing too much. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go.” Just as I pull my arm back, he lets go of me, making me stumble back. After landing on my butt ungently, I glare up at him, getting a mocking grin in response. “You have to be careful if
Artemisia I gulp as I look back up, my gaze locking with Logan’s. “Why did you sneak to the Dungeons, babe?” He asks me, and I struggle to make my brain assemble a coherent sentence as I feel Matthew move against me. “I was just worried,” I respond, my voice failing me. Logan hums, as he ste
I groan, letting my head fall back on the bed. “Go fetch him then!” They chuckle, continuing to kiss me. “I’m serious,” I moan, biting my bottom lip. “I need it! Please.” Logan moves his hands to the back of my knees, pulling me onto his lap while spreading my legs again. I gasp, watching Matt
Artemisia I wake up feeling more sore than I ever felt. But how good it feels. The ‘just another round’ ended up being another three rounds. And even if I didn’t get them to fuck me like I begged them to, I couldn’t fall asleep feeling more satisfied. At least I managed to convince them to g
Artemisia “How lovely to see that you are having fun.” Fynn’s darkened glare feels like a stab in my heart. I’m still frozen to my spot, my throat closed by a knot made out of worry and fear as Logan pushes me behind him slightly, shielding me from his brother. His touch feels soothing and a
Artemisia The room turns around me as he throws me onto a couch ungently before going to barricade the door. I blink as I try to get up and see him push a piece of furniture in front of the door that I could never move without Cassy’s help. Whimpering, I slump back on the couch as my dizziness
“How are you feeling?” Cayden asks me, making me open my eyes to look at him. He is wearing his usual tailored suit and stands at the end of my bed with a worried frown. “I’m fine,” I say, making him shake his head. “Would you please not punish Fynn? He didn’t know and I provoked him as we were
Artemisia Blowing my cheeks, I tap my fingers on my blanket. It’s already past midnight, and the last nurse came in hours ago to apply my last cool compression for my head. I feel so human, and I hate it! I also finally understand how they always use to say that a doctor is the worst patient