Emily’s POV
I woke up to an empty side of the bed, though the sheets were still warm from where he had been. My mind immediately replayed last night, and I felt my breath hitch.
A flush of warmth mixed with frustration rose in my chest. I still felt sore from his assaults last night, and I found it hard to believe that we had done all of those things we did. I let him f**k me like some.... slut. And I liked it.
Shaking my head, I swung my legs off the bed and stood. The calm around the villa felt deafening as I headed to the vanity mirror.
I was naked, save for the locket chain that never left my neck, and the wedding ring on my finger.
Facepalming myself, I released a low sigh. I was already exhausted, because I wasn't sure what things were going to be like from now on. Clearly, s*
