Chapter 40. Hurt

Proserpina

Taken by surprise, I recoiled in hurt.

We had just shared a magical night and the only words he had for me after that were...these ???

He stood up, slowly. I licked my dry lips. The white dress shirt he was wearing, was open to the waist, exposing his bare chest with the wiry hair and sculpted torso and I shut my eyes briefly as a memory of how I had hungrily licked his taut nipples last night came to my mind.

It seemed like a distant dream now as I felt my chest heaving with foreboding, watching him approach with the gait of a panther approaching its hapless prey.

He crossed and came to stand a few feet from me, his drink in his hands. The air in the large room was thick with desire as he stroked my heated cheek with the moist tumbler and gave a harsh laugh as I flinched, my breath coming faster.

His eyes on my breasts as they strained against the tight shirt I was wearing, he went on almost conversationally, in a hoar