[Elena's POV]
My legs felt like jelly.
Every step I took down the garden path sent a dull ache through my thighs. My body felt heavy, used, and marked.
I pulled the high collar of my dress tighter around my neck. It was a conservative, long-sleeved white dress, the only thing I could find that covered the purple bruises and love bites Noah had left on my skin.
He hadn't let me sleep. He had kept me up until dawn, touching me, f*****g me, punishing me for making him wait for 3 days.
"Sit up straight," Noah murmured, walking beside me. He looked fresh, energetic, and perfectly groomed in a dark suit. "You look like you're about to faint."
"I wonder why," I muttered, glaring at him.
He just smirked. He led me to the patio where tea was served.
Nicole was already there, looking nervous
