The next day, Sophia moved through her chores in a constant haze of arousal and soreness. Every bend, every stretch pulled at the marks Victor and Damien had left on her body. Her n*****s were still tender from the clamps, her ass faintly bruised, and her p***y ached in the most delicious way. She kept her eyes down whenever Victor passed through the main halls, but Damien… Damien was everywhere.
He found her in the large library on the east wing late in the afternoon. Victor had left for a business call in the city and wouldn’t return for hours. Elena and the rest of the day staff were busy on the opposite side of the estate.
Damien cornered her between two tall bookshelves, his athletic body pressing her back against the wood. His dark eyes gleamed with wicked hunger.
“Been thinking a
