CHAPTER 39
Amyla sat on the small stool in the living room of the suite, her body still trembling both in pain and fear of what was next to come. She wanted so badly to wash all his touches from her body, but there was an underlying uncertainty about taking a shower in the same room where he was present.
He had already violated her enough and to think that he could do more than this shuddered her. There was no way she could stop him. On top of that, there wasn't an inch of remorse on his face for what he had done earlier.
Zayan was sitting in front of her on the large L-shaped couch watching her intensely as she trembled, still looking at the floor, hugging the robe closer to her body as if it would protect her from him.
He could see the exposed portion of her neck was badly bruised an
