~Nadia
It was almost 4am that night yet I couldn't sleep.
He wanted me to spend the night in his room but what was the point if he wouldn't give me the only thing I want.
I had already packed my stuff and sent it back to my room. I was going to force myself to sleep but the entire space felt suffocating.
It was suffocating because I had too many expectations before leaving for his room.
I thought he was tired of seeing me suffer.
I thought he was now ready to claim me as his mate.
I thought he was ready to put an end to all my suffering.
But no
He only wanted to watch me squirt to his fingers, not his c**k.
Maybe he was seeing me as a toy he could toil around with whenever he pleased. Because that's what it was beginning to feel like.
My fingers danced around the rail of the
