13
Nova
Lying in an exhausted heap on Astor’s bed after hours and hours of the most intense s*x in the history of s*x, I knew I’d made a colossal mistake. “I can’t stay here with you, Astor.”
“You’re kidding, right?” He threw one arm over my limp body in an attempt to keep me right next to him. “You signed the contract. You’ll do as I say. And I say stop thinking about leaving my bungalow.” His lips pressed against the side of my head, and I turned in his arms to look at him.
The way his dark waves hung around his face made him look even more handsome. I brushed back a chunk of hair that fell in front of one sea-green eye. “Astor, I don’t think I can do this with you. I’m afraid.”
“You are not.” He grinned at me knowingly. “You didn’t bat an eye when I used the belt to bind your hands
