I stepped out onto the veranda for a bit, needing to breathe in some fresh air. I didn’t even realize I was smiling, softly laughing, even every time the memory of what happened earlier played in my mind.
Demetri, consumed by jealousy, wanted to punish me… right then and there on the grand piano. He was rough, desperate, wild. But before he could go any further, his wound reopened. It started bleeding which stopped him cold.
Even now, I can’t help but chuckle at the memory, even though I probably look ridiculous laughing to myself. I know I should’ve been worried about him, but I just couldn’t take it seriously. He keeps forcing himself to do things his body clearly isn't ready for, all because he wants to prove a point, to dominate, to control. And he wanted me, so badly, but his body j
