Almara
I stared up at Arthur from my place on the bed. My heart had set an impossible pace in my fear. I was trying not to hyperventilate.
Pay attention, Almara. Breathe in his scent. Look above his head. You don’t need to be afraid, Lily said, breaking through what would have been a panic attack. I breathed in deeply through my nose and Arthur’s arousal was potent. I glanced above his head and everything was a deep pink.
I suddenly realized that whatever punishment he had planned was meant to be pleasure, not pain. It sparked my own lust and I watched him in anticipation.
“That’s my good girl,” Arthur growled as he started to shuck off his clothes. The possessiveness in his voice caused my inner walls to clench. I let my eyes rove over his muscular chest, lingering on the patch of
