Shameless

Ryan's POV

I was reclining on the bed rest board, engrossed in texting on my phone, while the exhausted lady, wrapped up in a duvet, slept horizontally on the bed, using my legs as her pillow.

She had coerced me into mating with her again; it seemed she enjoyed it, yet her tears betrayed her true feelings. The sound of her cries revealed genuine pain, indicating she didn't actually like it. But why did she resort to calling me a bastard when I hadn't done anything wrong?

Feeling her stir, I turned to her, finding her staring at me. "Young lady, do you enjoy it when I forcefully mate with you?" I inquired. She frowned, sat up, shifted away, and avoided eye contact without answering.

I leaned forward to check on her, but she was just staring in a particular direction, looking blank. It's good to know she wasn't embarrassed waking up beside me. I've spent hours here, and it's already evening. The maid in charge of treating her came when she was asleep, and I let her in. Seeing bruises on