The blame

Tyris’ POV

“And you are?”

“Serena, Serena my lord.” She answered seductively.

My fingers met with her hair, it had a semblance of Denera’s. It probably was what caught my attention to her in the first place.

The thoughts of Denera’s screams the previous night painted a vivid image in my head, making my anger boil more, and due to that, my grip on her hair hardened and she winced from the sudden change in my countenance.

I should’ve been the one making Denera moan like that.

“You know why you’re here, right?” I pressed on, forcing her head up so she could look at me.

I watched the struggle in her eyes as her jaw tightened from the pain that came from pulling her hair down.

“Yes sir,” she whispered curtly.

“And do you fully agree to this?” I pressed on with my questions even when I knew she had no say in it entirely.

Even with my rage, I was still a gentleman and I would rather not disrespect another man’s property. Unlike my brother who doesn’t care about the consequences of his