Daisy's POV
The room was silent except for the faint sound of my breathing. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands as last night's humiliation replayed in my mind.
Aiden's words had been sharp, deliberate, and they'd cut through me like a blade. You're a slave. I send for you— not the other way around.
He was right. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, he was absolutely right. I was just a slave, and I'd overstepped. Offering myself to him had been foolish, desperate. Worse, I had done it to manipulate him into giving me what I wanted.
But the most twisted part? I hadn't hated the idea.
Aiden had been my first—something I'd never intended but had long since accepted. The way he touched me, the way his presence consumed me, it was nothing like I had imagined intimacy woul
