Elena’s POV.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I threw the clothes. My heart was still beating too fast. My body still felt strange.
That weird ache between my legs had not gone away completely. It made me angry every time I thought about it. I kept telling myself I hated them. I hated Viktor with his cold eyes. I hated Nikolai with his teasing smile. And I especially hated Dmitri with his wild, And his different-colored eyes and the way he touched me like he already owned every part of me.
But the room was cold. The towel I had wrapped around myself was not enough. I looked at the black silk nightdress lying on the floor where I had thrown it. It looked really soft and expensive. Like everything else in this place. I stared at it for a long time, biting my lip. I had
