Angelina’s head snapped back.

"You dress up in the bathroom too. Is your dick that small that you're ashamed to dress here? If I wasn't asleep, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have undressed here."

"Mind your fucking business, or I'll kill you... blockhead imbecile." She glared at him before entering the bathroom.

She locked the door, stripped, and stepped under the shower.

Rinsing her private part brought back memories of what Rage did to her at the saloon, and then his words to Lady Giulia echoed in her head.

"NOT INTERESTED. I ALREADY HAD DINNER."

Meaning... he had her pussy for dinner? Fuck! He is a bastard.

She shut her...