Chapter 17

• Anastasia's Flashback.
• Clad only in a robe, Anastasia descended the stairs. She'd been a good girl for four months, and her reward was pool time. Even that had grown stale; she yearned for something different, a break from her unchanging hell.
• At the bottom of the stairs, her gaze fell upon Jayson on the couch. His head lifted; his light blue eyes crinkled in a smile. Her stomach flipped. His pleasure meant he'd listen, wouldn't hit her, would be gentle during sex.