Chapter 146:
The cold breeze sent a shiver down my spine, so I wrapped the scarf around my slender figure.
It didn’t take long before I reached his chambers. Ashamed of the way the guards eyed me, I knocked on the door, pulling the scarf tighter around my body, trying to ignore their whispered comments.
I didn’t care about their whispers. They could think whatever they wanted.
“Let her in,” Damon’s voice boomed.
Before I could process what was happening, I was pushed into Damon’s room.
My body quivered under his intense gaze, like a jellyfish. I suddenly became acutely aware of my exposed body.
“Take it off,” he commanded, his jaw clenched in irritation.
Why was he suddenly angry about my scarf?
Frightened by the way he looked at me, I slowly released the scarf from my neck, letting it fall to the ground like a feather.
It took everything within me not to shield my bare body with my hands.
Fear overtook me in the silence. I could feel his intense, burning gaze sweeping over my curves.
I froze in place, my eyes locked on the floor as I braced myself for whatever was coming.
Out of all the times we had been together, this was the first one that filled me with fear.
I didn’t want this with him.
My knees turned to jelly as he stood before me, his hands trailing across my waist.
Even though the encounter hadn’t even begun, I already hated it. I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it.
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A dark smirk played on his lips.
“Get on the bed, with your legs wide apart,” he commanded.
Aurora
Stunned, my jaw dropped in shock.
Did he just order me to get on his bed?
His matrimonial bed? I suddenly recalled him confessing that, after Ivy died, he hadn’t slept with anyone on that bed, and he didn’t intend to. He didn’t even have sex there, instead, he used the table.
I was even more surprised as I began to reflect on our past encounters. Slowly, fragments of memories started to piece together.
He had never had sex with me on the table, despite his promises. How was that even possible? I wanted to find an answer, but nothing seemed to fit, no explanation made sense.
Or maybe I was special to him in some way?
I stifled a scoff at the thought.
I was his slave, and slaves weren’t special to their masters. I couldn’t even convince myself that he had any genuine affection for me.
I meant nothing to him.
