Chapter 386 Bride Of His Vengeance Ch9
- Lenore’s POV
- The room still smelled of him. Smoke. Whiskey. Sex.
- I lay there, the sheets twisted around me, my body aching from the way he’d taken me—fast, rough, like I was nothing but a vessel for his anger. My thighs were still trembling, my throat sore from the weight of his hand, my lips bruised where he’d pressed them shut when I made too much noise.