Simone’s POV
"Do you honestly think I care about the mess you left inside me?"
I didn't wait for Harmoni to answer. I just watched him panting above me, his face a mask of sweat and desperate pride. He looked like a man who thought he had just conquered a kingdom. In reality, he had only been a guest in my bed because I allowed it. My skin still burned where he had gripped my neck, and the ache in my lower body was a dull, throbbing reminder of his heavy weight. He finally rolled off, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling with a glazed look in his eyes.
I stayed still, letting the silence of the room settle. The sheets were a ruined tangle of silk and fluids, sticking to my damp skin. I felt used, but that was fine. Being used by me was a privilege he clearly didn't understand y
