Beatrice couldn’t get enough of him. She was tired and sore, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted the ache. She wanted him inside of her, all the time. She wanted to watch his face. That’s what she felt about him right now.
Goodness! She was in deep trouble. The more they spent the night together, the more she was attached to him. At first, it was fine with her to sleep with him because she wanted to use him; maybe he could help her escape. But as the days go by, she has forgotten her plans. Even escaping was not coming to her mind right now.
She loves being with him. She thought he was a dangerous and scary person, but she was wrong. There’s something about him; he has a soft heart. And he seems mysterious.
“Good morning,” he greeted her.
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