ARIA’S POV:
“Excuse me,” I rolled out from under him, fleeing from the room. My heart pace had doubled. I sat under the stairs and tried to myself together, but for a long time, all I could think about was the feel of his soft touches on my skin.
The vibrations that ran from my head to my toes. When his hands ripped my thong, I remembered the night I was attacked by my father’s creditors.
‘Is that the reason?’ My wolf judged me from the inside.
I took a deep breath. ‘It was not,’ I admitted. I couldn’t lie to myself. Our contract did not involve being intimate and I did not want Draven to see how soaked I had become from his tender touches. It was bad enough that my soaked thong was in his hands.
I spent hours under the stairs, dozing off until deep into the night when I woke up and w
