Chapter 41

“But I’ll let you have freedom for a day. Gather your thoughts, make your decisions, and when the day tomorrow ends, you’ll find me right here. But under different conditions.” Rhys mumbled against her lips—separated by an inch distance yet close enough to breathe in her scent. “You’ll be under me. Not standing.” He whispered and pulled away.

Amara took a deep breath she was holding as his warmth pulled away. The thoughts swirled like a storm within her.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go to Adrian after what he did to her, but a rational part of her knew how wrong this was. Staying with Rhys, who was equally morally grey, was far more dangerous than anything. For her heart and her mind. He played with her like his favourite toy, teasing her, making her feel butterflies and whatnot, and then, he took a step back, leaving her begging and panting for more when she knew she shouldn’t ask.

What was happening to her? It mustn’t be what she thought it was.

“Don’t have any id