Lily’s eyes slowly opened, and, feeling pain, she sat up in bed. The first thing that overwhelmed her was a headache, the incoming light through the window unbearable to her sight. She yawned wearily, feeling utterly exhausted.
Her hip ached, as did her groin. Her neck burned, along with parts of her skin. She was covered in marks, not only from Valentino last night, but also from Lenox, with whom she had been earlier. Her insides throbbed with pain, and although she had only felt pleasure last night, it was now taking its toll.
She pushed aside the sheet covering her body, revealing the red bruises on her skin. Painted fingers and bites throbbed with heat.
“Damn night,” she cursed, bringing a hand to her head, annoyed by the headache and the pain in her body.
She was fully aware of ev
