Olivia’s POV
The blunt, and rather rude, question caught me off guard and I blinked, trying to right myself mentally. Was this fellow slave really asking me if I was whoring myself out for my power and privilege?
Some memories surfaced in my mind, mostly of the pleasures of Damien’s bite, which made me blush even now. I hated myself for this. I didn’t want to admit to this kind of thing, especially because my body mostly reacted on its own in those cases.
It wasn’t as if I sought Damien out because I wanted any of this. I didn’t know why I had caught his attention really, nor did I really understand why he kept me alive.
“I think he just likes the taste of my blood,” I said.
“Don’t answer her,” Angela told me, then glared at the other woman. “What the hell kind of question is that? W
