Emma’s POV
I woke up the next morning feeling pained and rejected. Last night with lord Emerson was the best night of my life, but when he stopped and told me I couldn’t handle him, I felt belittle and pained. I could see in his eyes that he sees me as a little girl who wouldn’t be able to stand him, when actually I could, I could be anything he wanted me to be. What did his other s*x mate have that I don’t have? Perhaps it’s because I was a virgin, and he thought I wouldn’t be able to stand him.
A heavy sigh left my lips as I got down from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. After taking off my clothes, I stood before the mirror as I stared at my reflection in the mirror while memories of last night played in my head. I could still imagine and feel his hands playing with my boobs,
