Chapter Fifty-Five
Alicia's POV
I woke up still feeling sore between my legs. Every movement reminded me of last night. Of Malachi's hands on my body. His mouth on my skin. The way he'd taken me like he owned me.
I shifted in bed and winced. The soreness was worse than I'd expected. Deep and persistent, making it clear that walking anywhere would be a challenge.
I couldn't go for breakfast. The thought of sitting at that long table, trying to act normal while everyone stared at me, was unbearable. Plus, there was the mark on my neck. The hickey Malachi had left that was probably dark and obvious by now.
So I stayed in bed. Hungry, uncomfortable, but at least alone.
There was a soft knock on the door around mid-morning. I pulled the blanket up higher, covering the marks on my skin.
"Come in," I called out.
A young maid entered, carrying a tray. "Good morning, Miss Alicia. Mr. Malachi sent this for you."
My cheeks heated immediately. Of course he did.
