Chapter 14—

In a deep pit of shame, Lexie closed her still shaking legs. If she hadn't hated this man before, she hated him now. After all, he left her in an insatiable state of hunger, not for food but for his sinful touch. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg for it, but her pride would never allow her to stoop so low, so instead, she turned away from his blank face and let her eyes wander around the giant room. A bedside table sat right beside the king sized bed and situated on top of it was a framed photo and a stylish lamp. The other furniture laid out inside such as the closet, the dresser and whatnot were all rustic and dark and the walls were painted in a dull white, empty of decorations. All in all, the room was void of anything captivating enough to catch the eye, it was as dead as the look on the owner's face, but it was liveable. Sighing out a puff of air, she turned back to her nightmare as well as her wet dreams and analysed the dark look in his eyes. They were transfixed on h