Chapter 117

ADRIANA

Xander's kisses are rough and angry. He bites, he nibbles and dopes these little moves that make me feel as though I'm losing my mind. His hands move all over my body, groping, squeezing, searching. He can't get enough.

And I'm like a canvas in my master's hands. Letting him work out his art on me.

I feel something underneath me and it prompts my eyes open. If you asked, I wouldn't know how or when they closed. But when I open them, I come face to face with Xander who eyes have completely turned black.

We were on the bed. Again, I didn't know when that happened.

Xander was above me, his hands on both sides of my head and both of us breathing heavily. I stare into his eyes, searching for something I didn't know.

I couldn't understand why I felt some really strong emotions in my chest if I was supposed to hate this man. I shouldn't feel anything for him but resentment. That was the last thing