The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- She stays still like a statue as he continues to trace kisses all over her neck...

right where Damien had.

kissed her.

The only difference being that Damien's kisses were feathers in front of his.

Damien left no marks.

While Vince? He didn't spare an inch of her shoulder without mark.

As if marking her very skin as his in hues of red and pink.

Woody...

Kiss.

Moan.

Woody.

Nibble.

Moan.

Manly.

Zariyans eyes snap open as he declares and before ---- Chapter 505 she could speak, he beats her to it.

Her entire body shuddered as he announces, coldly.

Stepping back from her like he was disgusted of her.

Under the shower.

Naked.

But master- Now! Fuck.

She literally flinches at his command.noveldrama

She has never heard him sounding so angry before.

But then she had never given him a reason to doubt her.

She always did what he said.

She had acted to be his perfect little wife.

Loyal, abiding, truthful She never went near another man, let alone allowed him to touch her.

Until now.

Until Damien.

She didn't had to be told twice.

She feels him staring ---- at her with those cold unyielding eyes and she silently walks towards the bathroom.

Standing under the shower, she strips down her clothes and she still feels that stare He was watching her every moment: Scrutinizing it.

Leading against the threshold, with arms folded in front of his chest.

Done, she moves aside the clothes pooled at the floor with her feet and hugs herself.

Standing there, available for his doubt filled eyes.

What part of naked do you not understand? Slave.

Slave.

The word rooted into her heart.

It hurt her when it shouldn't.

Gerald had called her that, even the doctors.

But never Vince.

He always calls her his little one.

He had respected her.

---- Honoured her.

Treated her as equal whenever he could He had allowed her to even change the roles and have her take over at times.

But not today.

Those eyes of his? They were there to take.

Not to give Sliding her finger under her straps, she pulls down her bra.

Followed by tugging down her underwear.

Standing there naked as the day she was born, she keeps her eyes focussed on her feet that were freezing from the cold floor.

Back against the wall.

She abides, taking a step back and her back touches the cold tiles, the cold biting at her skin.

Hands raised.

She slowly lifts her arms and didn't dare to look up She knew what was coming and she somehow