“But I’ll let you have freedom for a day. Gather your thoughts, make your decisions, and when the day tomorrow ends, you’ll find me right here. But under different conditions.” Rhys mumbled against her lips—separated by an inch distance yet close enough to breathe in her scent. “You’ll be under me. Not standing.” He whispered and pulled away. Amara took a deep breath she was holding as his warmth pulled away. The thoughts swirled like a storm within her. It wasn’t like she wanted to go to Adrian after what he did to her, but a rational part of her knew how wrong this was. Staying with Rhys, who was equally morally grey, was far more dangerous than anything. For her heart and her mind. He played with her like his favourite toy, teasing her, making her feel butterflies and whatnot, and then, he took a step back, leaving her begging and panting for more when she knew she shouldn’t ask. What was happening to her? It mustn’t be what she thought it was. “Don’t have any ideas of running

Amara quickly turned around and stared at her back in shock. Not even a single inch of skin was showing. Her whole back was covered in bandages. And to her horror, the dress was backless. The front wasn’t decent either. The deep neckline that almost spilt most of her chest and the short length that exposed her legs. Her cheeks flamed at the realisation. Did Rhys see her like this last night? Shame infused within her. Grabbing the sink, she took deep breaths. Calm down, she shouldn’t panic like this. It was probably too dark for him to see her like this, right? He wouldn’t have caught anything inappropriate, right? She tried to assure herself knowing damn well that the design of the dress wasn’t as scandalous as the things he did to her. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task at hand. She found two new toothbrushes, a razor, and a toothpaste placed in the holder. Amara frowned. Why was a razor here? Someone must have kept it by mistake. She brushed her teeth and did her mo

"You’re so fucking wet, little one. Yet you pretend you don’t like it." Rhys grinned rubbing his fingers between her lower lips making Amara look wide-eyed at him. Her breathing was hazardous and so was her heart. No one had ever touched her this way, but with him, it felt so right yet wrong at the same time. Just like a moth drawn to the flame, like a dreamer chasing shadows in the moonlight."W-what are you—Ah!" Rhys grabbed her ankle and raised her leg to his shoulder as the lingerie rode up gathering around her hips and exposing her slim soft legs that just tempted him to do more than just look."He shouldn’t have touched you, little one." Rhys's hard voice sent shivers down her spine making her squirm like a thirsty kitten in his palms before he pinched her clit hard. “I’ll imprint myself on this body so that no man would ever be able to put his hands on you again." "You’re mine, Amara. No matter what this world says, you will always be mine. No power in this universe can stop

Amara couldn’t feel her legs anymore. The tremble was worse than in her chest. With his body pressed against her, Amara wasn’t sure how to calm her heart. The aftermath brought both shame and guilt. What just happened? Did she just… came on his fingers and mouth? Amara felt embarrassment washing over her. In the haze of her orgasm, Amara couldn’t recall when he carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her. She was still feeling drowsy and dizzy, but she remembered the way his hands wiped between her legs, gently not overstimulating her sensitive parts, though there was a teasing flicker in the brush of his fingertips, Amara let him. She had no power to resist him, and neither did she dare to defy him. Gently he laid her on the bed. Amara felt his warmth stripping away, just as she thought he left, she felt something cold against her shoulders.Rhys gently stripped her off the lingerie, throwing it on the floor, and unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes raked over her naked body curled on the

The cosy kitchen bathed in a delicious, soft aroma. Amara fidgeted with her fingers recalling how rude was to Martha. Guilt swept over her and she hesitated to face her. Martha was the only one after Rhys who took care of her when she wasn’t able to walk. Helped her walk and never let her feel alone in this huge mansion, and what did Amara do in return? Hurt her with her sharp tongue, inconsiderate of the relation they had.Her chest felt heavy as she recalled the look of hurt on Martha’s face. Amara contemplated, shifting from foot to foot when Martha suddenly turned around with a whisk in one hand and the bowl in another. Her eyes widened and her hands stilled their motion.“Amara?” Surprise laced her voice. Amara stood there, her internal conflict reflected in the uncertain crease of her brow. The weight of guilt bore down on her, rendering her momentarily speechless. She desperately searched for the right words to express the remorse that churned within.With a hesitant swallow,