An hour had pa*sed, and Aubree lay on the bed, numb and tearful, with hickeys covering her body.
The man lay beside her, n***d and smug.
I have to say, this young lady is different from the prostitutes I’ve slept with. She’s so fair and flawless and even smells great. It would be such a shame to only sleep with her once.
With that, he sat up and turned to face Aubree.
Aubree felt his gaze on her and returned it with a hateful glare, her face stained with tears. She wished she could tear him apart.
“Don’t give me that look. You won’t be marrying into some rich family anymore, so why not let me take advantage of you? You must realize I’m the only one who can help you now since you’re all alone in a foreign country. I can even make sure you’re well-fed if you’re good.”
Aubree turned aw
