#Chapter 31: Marked

Almara I stared up at Arthur from my place on the bed. My heart had set an impossible pace in my fear. I was trying not to hyperventilate. Pay attention, Almara. Breathe in his scent. Look above his head. You don’t need to be afraid, Lily said, breaking through what would have been a panic attack. I breathed in deeply through my nose and Arthur’s arousal was potent. I glanced above his head and everything was a deep pink. I suddenly realized that whatever punishment he had planned was meant to be pleasure, not pain. It sparked my own lust and I watched him in anticipation. “That’s my good girl,” Arthur growled as he started to shuck off his clothes. The possessiveness in his voice caused my inner walls to clench. I let my eyes rove over his muscular chest, lingering on the patch of hair that trailed into his pants. Arthur caught me staring. “If you want it, you’ll have to beg for it.” He crawled toward me, forcing my legs apart as he pressed his body over mine. I