Aneela
For a second Aneela lost all sense of reality. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, the exhaustion, or the fact that she felt genuinely attracted to Damien, but damn it, the way he looked at her made her knees go soft with need. That scorching hot, almost white gaze of his was compelling her to respond to every touch and every gesture of his. She did not need his words just like he did not need her consent. It was wrong on so many levels, yet Aneela didn’t know how to act on it, how to stop herself from wanting.
When the cries came out of her mouth the first time he hit her with that whip, the blow felt more like a caress than anything else. The soft pain was sending electric bolts of pleasure all over her body and suddenly Aneela could barely control herself anymore.
After this
