She gasped, throwing her eyes open at his words. No, this wasn't what she expected. It wasn't supposed to go this way. He was supposed to take her lips like a hungry lion, rip off her clothes, bend her against the woman and treat her like a slut. Punish her for watching. Force her to stay silent while he marked her insides without remorse.
Why did he have to mention Jason's name?
She was panicking, lost for words. She had hit a dead end, and she was completely at his mercy. She fell to her knees, doing the only thing she knew could salvage the situation.
"Lord Darren, I apologise. I was… I don't know what came over me. I made a grave mistake. Please, grant me your forgiveness."
She kept her head bowed, waiting for Darren's response. The night air was cool and calm, completely silent and making the moment a bit eerie. Aleesha hoped he would forgive her, while sadness gripped her heart that she would never feel Darren's touch on her skin. Maybe it was for the best.
