Inayah felt uneasy, anxious and her stomach clenched with complete dreadful humiliation.
Her face was bright red, not from pleasure. Her eyes rose to Sin’s back, tall and steeled on the horse and she glared timidly.
Her whole body felt sore, especially groin regions and she could still feel his c*m, now sticky and slightly crusted between her inner thighs.
Sin had taken her Maidenhead.
He had claimed her on the forest floor. She had lost what was considered the most precious thing, to a man she knew nothing of.
A cold, callous, unemotional scum of the earth. It repulsed her, the thought of submitting so willingly— yet part of it had been out of fear. Fear that he would do more than spank her, and his coal gaze held true to its threat of harming her should she resist him.
He had touch
