Chapter 49

CHLOE

I woke up to find Vincent gone. He was not in the bed next to me. I looked under the covers to find myself as naked as I was born.

The memories of the night still hung in the air. I smelt the musk of Vincent’s taut and hairy body, I remember the sight of his eyes closed in the fire of our desire, I could feel his member plowing through me like a battle ram, his hand clasped around me, holding my squirming body in place.

Then guilt and shame swept through me all over again. What have I just done?

I had let myself get carried away by Vincent’s niceties and gotten entangled with the man who had gruesomely murdered my mother, whose own mother had killed almost every member of my family….and Mark. The man who was holding me in his house was nothing less than a prisoner.

Even as I felt all of these, the echoes of insane pleasure still reverberated through me.

Just then the door creaked open and I reflexively pulled the white sheets up to cover my exposed br