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I felt a splitting headache when I woke up. My mind remained blank before I realized where I was and who was lying beside me.
And then, memories of last night crept in. Heat rushed to my face as the scenes surged back: the graze of his lips against my skin, the weight of his hot, muscular body towering me as he pounded into me. The pleasure that had bubbled through my body all night.
All night.
I was glad that I couldn’t remember the rest – how I must have begged him, how he might have humiliated me, mocked me.
“It’s still early,” said the drowsy voice beside me, breaking the silence. For a moment, I froze in alarm.
Cautiously, I sat up.
“Your Majesty, I – ” I faltered, at a loss at words.
Cole propped himself up on one elbow and watched me lazily. Red marks bloomed acro
