I'd walked out of Rhydian's room in silence. Usually, I would've thrown a comeback at him, but I was short of words at that moment. It felt like my tongue had been clipped.
I slammed the door behind me and tried to walk away but couldn't. I needed to catch my breath. Resting my back against the wall, my chest heaved violently as sharp breaths escaped me.
I was roused, flustered, and embarrassed about what had happened in there. His words had been harsh and condescending, as he reduced me to nothing but a slave… His slave.
He made it clear that was all I was going to be to him.
My fists clenched at my sides, my fingers digging into my flesh as I remembered how my body had betrayed me. He hated me and saw me as nothing but his slave, yet he'd gotten hard for me. I know I didn't imagine his cock poking my ass.
So why shame me for a normal reaction? Why shame me for the same reaction he got?
