Elara’s POV
“I’m sorry I was late,” Alric muttered low, his gaze fixed hard on mine. He could be late all he wanted, but nothing changed the fact that he had his captain’s daughter pinned down while I suffered.
I struggled off his grip, forcing my cotton-like body away, but he didn’t let go. I leaned on the wall, giving up my body as I let my legs drop.
I couldn’t feel myself.
“f**k, you’re burning so hot,” he cursed, scooping me up in bridal style.
“Let…go of me,” I tried to get the words out, but they came only as a whisper.
Alric suddenly pulled me up like he cared, I hated this part of him, how he always pretended. He carried me straight to the bathroom.
“I don’t want this, Alric. Please, don’t turn it on,” I pleaded, my voice cracking.
He held me tight, my legs wrapped around
