Every time after, he only made sure to do the bare minimum so he could push easily enough into me to work out his stress. Orhis anger. Or just to remind me, with words and with the pistoning of his hips, that I belonged to him. That no other man couldever replace him between my legs.
I snort out a laugh. Demyen more than replaced him in that department.
A set of double doors catches my eye. I think I’m on the other side of the house and that makes me realize, as I glance around,that this means I’m probably in Demyen’s wing.
I should keep going to my room.
I shouldn’t poke around his private quarters.
But he did say to make ourselves at home, right? And there’s no sign on the door that says I can’t go in and have a look around,is there?
I let out a low sigh of relief when I see that i
