Eleanor’s pov

Later that night after my mother had gone to bed and the house finally went quiet my phone lit up on the nightstand.

Guest room. Now.

I slipped out of my room and crept down the hall bare feet silent on the carpet, the short nightdress I had changed into barely covering anything.

My body still ached from everything he had done to me under the table and in the hallway and the unfinished need made every step feel heavier.

The guest room door stood slightly open. The second I stepped inside Marcus pulled me the rest of the way and locked it behind us.

“You’ve been a...