CHAPTER 40 The Beachside Command

  The early morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Edmund's luxurious island home, casting soft, golden beams across the spacious bedroom. Angela stirred beneath the cool sheets, blinking against the light, her body still aching from the previous night's intensity, the soreness in her muscles brought the memories rushing back. She shifted beneath the sheets, her body still tender and marked from the night before.

  Every movement reminded her of his dominance, the bruises on her hips where his hands had gripped her, the faint red marks on her throat, the soreness between her legs. These were not just signs of physical exertion, they were symbols of something deeper, a bond that tethered her to him in ways she couldn't or perhaps didn't want to escape. They were reminders of Edmund's dominance, proof of how deeply she had surrendered to him.