Penelope's POV

"Can you walk?"

"What do you think?" I snap back at him. My legs trembled as I tried to take a few steps. Vincent reaches for me, supporting me. "I can walk." I smack his hands off, not before shooting a glare at him.

He chuckles in response. "There's no need to be stubborn, princess. Remember, you wanted it."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right."

I did want it. I did want him to ravage me on the dinner table and leave nothing behind. What I didn't expect was the toll it would take on my body.

"I'm still hungry," I grumble darkly.

He laughs. A full blown...