Chapter 81

Guilia

I didn’t just cringe when he said it as though he was certain that I’d like his new idea of being fed, I was disgusted.

His hands traced my collarbone in unsteady movements, his other hand grasping my dress wanting to tear it off. I struggled against him, fighting to keep my dress in place. This isn’t how I envisaged that this night would go.

I knew that I’d be trying to fight against a man sexual urges, but I didn’t think that I’d be protecting myself against rape.

“Stop, Carlton!” my scream seemed to have quieted the evil voices that spurred him to do what he...