Nyx
“You so much as touch me, I will scream so loud…”
“Settle down, princess,” Rhyson sighed. “I’m not here to f**k you. We need to talk.”
Was he really so pissed about my knee? It was all that I could do not to roll my eyes. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my knee, but let’s be honest. You didn’t ask a lot of questions, and you certainly didn’t invite a conversation. I believe your words were ‘speak only when spoken to.’ My knee has hurt for years. It hurt when you bent me over the bed and f****d me from behind. I’ve learned to live with it.”
His eyes turned gold, and I had a feeling I was skating on thin ice, but I wasn’t done. “You want to know about my other injuries? You’ve seen my scars. They’re not battle scars, but they don’t hurt anymore. My ankle was f****d up for a
