"Bourbon?" Ronan asked, watching as Darren used the cloth to continue cleaning the blood caked to my ribcage. Ronan sat on the bed, smiling down at me while Bane took the chair, leaning forward to stare at the mottled skin between my breasts.
I started to sit up, but Darren placed a hand on my stomach, shaking his head. My heart hammered against my ribcage, sending more pain into my system. My hands shook as I slowly lifted the joint to my lips, looking anywhere but at the men. It was humiliating to be naked from the chest up, dressed only in panties and nylons.
"I need to shower." I pointed out through trembling lips.
"I don't know, Lyra. I'm enjoying the sight of your body covered in blood, trembling in pain. It's turning me the f**k on," Darren stated, dropping his hooded gaze to my
