Zoar led me by the hand down the remaining flights of stairs. My bareness and the slickness of my thighs had me shivering with each step but I was determined to not complain. It wasn’t his fault that my brain had descended into a haze of want, need, and lust. I stayed silent as we got to the dungeon steps. Not only had I broken Ash, but not I had betrayed him.
“Willow, stay with me,” he squeezed my hand in reassurance and I did my best to smile for him. Did he even realize the extent I had used him? Had I given him false promises by giving into him?
As we got into the dungeon the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was quiet, too quiet. “Is he still here?” my voice came out in a strained whisper. I couldn’t bring myself to speak any louder than that.
Zoar had tensed. His eyes narro
