I had just closed the bag when the door opened without a knock.
Deucalion stepped inside.
His eyes went straight to the bag on the bed, then to me.
“Where are you going?”
I lifted the bag and slipped the strap over my shoulder.
“None of your business.”
I tried to walk past him.
His hand shot out and closed around my upper arm. The grip was hard, unyielding.
Before I could pull free, he shoved me. I stumbled backward and fell onto the bed. The bag slipped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud.
“Let me go.”
He didn’t answer.
He stood over me, breathing steadily, eyes dark. Then he opened his pants. His c**k sprang free, already thick and hard, the head flushed and glistening.
I scrambled backward on the mattress.
“Stop. Don’t you dare.”
He grabbed both my ankles a
