Alpha East: Contrition (Unedited Version)

Chapter 12. Lazy Day (unedited)

Antonia

Blissful.

The satiation coursing through her veins was more than she could have ever dreamed.

She needed to pinch herself to remind her this was real. That she had been ravished within an inch of her life by her boss.

Mind-blowing.

Life altering.

He had ruined her for another man. Emotionally and physically.

She should ran far far away from him. Protect her heart at the very least. But...

I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if I have to.

Chain you to my bed.

Shuddering, she remembered his vow.

Would he do it? Could she chance his wrath for his brand of possession?

So tempted to give it a shot, just to see how much he would go the distance to own her irrevocably, she was seriously considering it.

Nah. Too early for drama.

Shaking her uncertainty, taking a deep shaky breath, she gazed around his sumptuous master bedroom.

The early light of dawn illuminated every corner of the room making her gasped at its masculine elegance.

A chandelier made of different sizes of crystals adorned the high ceiling. Thick tinted glass glinted giving her a magnificent backdrop of the hues of the horizon and the valleys surrounding the city.

Oh, yes. The man smothering her with possessiveness was a filthy billionaire and had paid for this perfect view in the morning, heavy drapes were opened halfway, just enough to shroud the mammoth bed in shadows.

Lucid enough, her mind conjured memories from last night and the early hours of dawn.

Toni suppressed her moan, embarrassed, remembering how needy and wanton she had been. How he catered to her demands tenfolds.

Logan fucking East was a very attentive, generous lover.

Waking up in his arms had been overwhelming. Caged protectively by his unyielding form, his warmth, the hard plains of his front on her back, and the thick morning wood pressed against her asscheeks made her blush from the roots of her hair down to the tips of her breasts.

Slumbering, breathing down her neck, inhaling in her scent, his lips always connected on the surface of her over-sensitized skin, made her bite her lip to suppress her groan of frustration.

She couldn't imagine how she smelt at the moment. Sex, semen and sweat mingled. The thought of it was off-putting.

Aching and sticky down there, let alone her morning breath, she had to escape and spend some alone time before he woke up.

It took several tries and a pleading to use the toilet before he let her go with murmurs of protest. Groggily, mumbling, he asked her to come back to bed as soon as she was done.

Toni rolled her eyes, cruised to the edge of his bed, and promptly ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a quiet thud.

After using the water closet, she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She would like to tame her hair but she couldn't find his brush.

Taming her unruly red mass with her fingers, Antonia scrutinized her reflection in the mirror. Frowning at the dark circles under her brilliant eyes. There was a permanent blush on her cheeks and her lips were swollen from his deep kisses.