33. A Tease Or A Test?

"Fuck," Nicolette whimpered as she covered herself with the gown.

It was light, transparent, and offered very little comfort to her aching heart. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from screaming in frustration.

She buried her head in her palms, shame racing through her, tightening her chest.

She had kissed Alaric. She had let him touch her, and worst of all, she had shown him he could have her, only to be tossed aside like a used rag.

"Fuck," she groaned again, tapping her temple in frustration.

She had been willing. Like a child tasting candy for the first time, she had opened up to him, despite his words, despite his actions.

He had shown her who he really was—mean, dominant, and… in control.

Her cheeks burned as she remembered her anticipation. She had been waiting for his tongue to explore her body, only to be pulled out of pleasure with the most angry, the most disgusting, look on his face.