The only creature that could protect me from Ricco was lying on the bed next to me, hand tucked under his head of dark curls as he flicked through movies. Lying like that on a bed, stretched out and lax in boxers and a simple t-shirt, was the most un-Pureblood-like thing I'd ever seen. "Stop staring," Xavier murmured, pressing his hand over my eyes. "Go to sleep."
It was easier said than done.
Earlier, I hadn't been in my right mind.
Frightened, in pain, there had been no hesitation when I'd escaped Ricco's grip, throwing myself at Xavier. I'd shamelessly offered to hand over my body and soul to him, willing to do anything if only he'd keep me, allow me to stay at his estate. He'd stopped me when I'd tried to lift my shirt, rejected my proposal to be his bed slave--but he had said
