Emma’s POV
The Nightforge compound is insane!
Marble floors that stretch forever, servants who bow at me and attend to my every need, a bedroom bigger than my old apartment and a closet already stuffed with clothes picked out for me; silk, lace, everything chosen to make Richard rip it off the second he sees me in it.
I should feel guilty for how fast I’ve fallen into the princess treatment, but every time I try, he’s there, hands on my hips, mouth on my throat, knotting me until I forget my own name.
I’ve been f****d in every room of this house; against windows, on the grand staircase, once bent over the dining table while the staff pretended not to hear me screaming.
This morning is no different.
I slip into Richard’s office wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts, u
