I'm Not Your Whore!
A long, polished mahogany table stretched between them, set with fine china and gleaming silverware, a
harp gray eyes watching her as she hesitantly took her seat at the o
ed, swirling the wine in his
f the table. "I didn't realize this wa
s neither a smile nor a smirk. "Everyt
ned her attention to the lavish spread before her-succulent roasted lamb, delicate
day, but the thought of consuming anything in
is voice like a blade cu
orcing herself to take a bite. The food was e
his fingers tapping lightly against his wine
she shot back,
na, but I'm not wasteful. If I wanted you dead, I wou
arp clatter. "No, you just want me humiliated. Caged. T
own his glass with deliberate precision. "Your family deserves worse than this," he sai
nto fists beneath the
But you are their offering. Their sacrif
efused to let him see her falter. "You can dress it u
, his gaze dark and unread
her pulse hammering in her ears. "Some
ting. Then, to her surprise, Adrian let out a quiet
standing from his chair. "Le
and walked away, leaving her alo
he edge of the table as she fough
drian thought she would crumble under