Chapter 28

11. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

“Stay put, it's just ice.” He said idly, sitting at the edge of the couch with a bowl of cold water in his hand.

She couldn't believe she lived to take all those whips and even being capable of feeling something on her numb ass cheeks.

“You almost killed me. Now you're tending to it.” She sneered, unable to vent properly as she soon started flinching with the towel pressed onto her skin.

Without as much as lifting a brow, he continued massaging her like it was his sworn duty on earth.

“You signed your death date the moment you jumped into my trunk. Thought you knew that already." he taunted, then moved through a door she vaguely suspected was his room, then he returned with a syrup.

Really? He had to rub her biggest mistake in her face even in this tormenting moment.

She wriggled her butt in agony as he kneaded the ointment on her ass, his touch more intimate than how her previous relati