Chapter 145. Tricking Him

“How do you feel now?” Clint asked, stroking my hair.

 We were in my room, safely locked away from the most staff and annoying security guard. We had asked them not to mention the incident that afternoon to Papa. Clint had tucked me into bed and had washed my face with a wet towel, ensuring I was given anything I wanted.

I felt great, and I let him know. He smiled at me in return, silently watching me.

“I could be better, though,” I mentioned, shuffling to sit up.

“Oh, you want something else?” Clint helped me up.

When I rested on the headboard, I nodded. One look at me and realisation settled in his eyes. “I want to fuck you.”

“Keira...” he whispered, visibly turned on.

“That is what I want, Clint.” I had moved closer while speaking, so close that I felt the heat from his breath. I let my voice trail off. I raised up my gaze, begging him with my eyes to take me.

For a moment, I was afraid that he wo