"Fuck!" Nicolette gasped as she entered the bathroom.
What had she done?
She had let her body lead. She had let desire take over her. Like a sex-starved human, she had begged him to fuck her.
She slammed her head gently on the bathroom door, her heart pounding from the lovemaking, her body relaxed from it.
God, she wanted to regret her actions.
She wanted to regret doing that with him.
But the truth was she couldn't. As horrifying as it was, she couldn't regret sleeping with Alaric.
She had enjoyed every bit of it. She had enjoyed the way he took control, the way he respected her body and owned it.
Then why had she run? Why?
She could have just lay there with him and… what?
That was the problem. What next?
She sat on the floor, her back resting against the door. She had enjoyed this too much.
God! She had a whole year to enjoy it.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Questions like What now? What next? It took the fun away from the moment and stripped it of its value.
