Chapter 47

• Etienne led me to the bed and helped me sit down.
• “I’m sorry, Etienne…” I whispered and wrapped my arms around him. This time, I wasn’t going to stop my feelings. It felt great every time we touched or were together. It felt right, and my body begged for more and more. That familiar disgust rushed through my veins, but I tried to kick it out.
• “How do I stop myself from falling into his tricks?” I pulled back and gazed at his beautiful face. His features were drawn in misery and pain, but his eyes were still swimming in love. My fingers caressed the side of his face, careful not to touch his bruises. His hands slid to my waist and remained there.