Elora’s POV
Whether it was the taste of the bland food I ate this morning or the taste of the after s*x that lingered in my mouth, the wine I had in my hand was awfully unsweet.
Damien doesn't look one bit at my side as he talks to a group of men while one of his hands rests on my lower back, grabbing my ass cheeks from time to time.
I couldn't feel less disgusted with the way he touched me while we were in public. Everyone around would absolutely think that I am just his mistress.
When he is not touching my ass, I am forced to either say hello or smile at the guests he was talking to.
A few hours ago, I had been bouncing off Salvatore's c**k with some excitement railing through my body. But Damien had to spoil the fun by sending Salvatore on a business trip and made me dress up as h
