Chapter 174

Wasted.

Drained.

Aching

Fooled

Another fucking careless mistake, he couldn't explain, back against the ground, his clothes roughed up, the sting of her bites on his neck and shoulders.

She was gone, gone before he had fully regained himself. Good for her; he would have lost it at the sight of her still beside him.

Once again, he had fallen into her schemes. He sat up, ignoring the ache in his head, undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt as he walked into the bathroom.

Hands flat against the wall, he let the water run down on him. The aftereffects of the d**g had him staring down at his erection, which was gradually lying down.

In anger, he washed her off him so hard there was almost a bruise, and he slammed his palms against the wall, placing his forehead on it. What had he done? Again?!

It was nine in the morning already; sure, Jane was awake, but he wasn't prepared to return to the manor; he felt weak, used, and ruined. Tho