The faint ache on my body constantly reminded me of how this man forced me and tortured me over and over again last night.
I grabbed his shoulders with my fingers.
"Let me go," I said firmly.
Valentin's gaze at this moment carried stern judgement.
He lay his hand on my cheek and slid down it gently.
I even saw a flicker of pity in his cold eyes.
"I just wanted an explanation. Is it that hard?" His low voice and slow words made me a little taken aback.
He looked me up and down. His eyes were a faint deep grey.
This person was clearly used to being strong and forceful. He was an autocratic president. He had even pushed himself on me last night, doing shameless things to me. Yet, he was now so affectionate.
He was quiet.
My heart felt as if a bee had stung it. It was hard to bear.
