62. My Cataleya

Anastasia...

The yelling of a voice brought me out of my sleep. To be honest, it wasn't sleep. It was practically a nap since King spent most of his time punishing me– flipping me in millions of positions and making sure that I was never to act like I had acted.

We had probably slept earlier on in the morning, around three am, because even though I went faint, he would still wake me up in the middle of the night and make me cum multiple times.

My whole body felt heavy and my eyelids too. I peeked over from under the blankets only to find a half-naked King pacing around the room, barking orders in his mother tongue.

Sometimes, I wished my grandmother fully taught us Italian and not bits and pieces.

His hair was lying messily in a bun while traitorous strands fell atop of his head. Red claw marks on his back as he turned his beautiful back towards me. He was in nothing but a black pair of pants. Judging by the way he was pacing, it told me that someone messed up.