Chapter 27

Help me?

Elara Winterfell.

“Behave yourself!” He growled at me with dark eyes as his thick brows furrowed in concentration to thoroughly clean the wounds of my sole.

I gulped. But it was ticklish when his fingers grazed them! I tried to stifle my laughter, instead it came out as a moan, and I couldn't help but feel my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

“You seem to be enjoying this, don't you?” He eyed me.

I shook my head immediately. “No sir. No sir. It's just ticklish, and…"

“Did I ask you?” He snapped at me, his eyes boring holes into mine.

“I'm sorry, sir.” I whispered and tried...