“I can’t Zane “ Elora hushed the words out, a part of her willing. A greater part commemorating what would be when she’d undress before him, his hands brushing past her back and across the bruises... He’d halt, take a questionable look at her, before viewing the damage she concealed and be disgusted.
She certainly was.
And this gesture, the beautiful dress and the handsome man before her who willingly took her as his exhibit wife, had had her regain a bit of that lost confidence.
But just how far would he be willing to accept her.
Zane dropped the hands, that either caressed her face or rubbed her back to the side, his attempt at being respectful of her decision.
She had turned a pleasurable night with him down. Though his ego had been bruised before, this was different, cause he
