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My cock is stiff from the kiss and the heady scent of her, but despite my arousal, I know she’s too sore for any rigorous activity. I rub a soothing oil on her skin and stiffen at her every wince and flinch. By the time I’m done, I’m angry all over again.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I say gruffly, helping her climb into bed and pulling the blankets over her.

I take a shower and think back on the situation as water drums on my head. I can’t let go of my hurt, and at the same time I’m irritated at myself for being so sensitive about the issue when Sophia is no doubt in pain.

I leave the shower and dry myself, slipping on a pair of boxers. Then, I go back to the bedroom to find her asleep. I watch her for a long moment, and then press a soft kiss onto her lips.

“I love you,” I say quietly in the dark.

I can’t sleep yet, though. I’m still restless. A thought occurs to me and I walk out of the room, heading to my office.

Chapter Nine

Sophia

Grayson has to be mad at me.

He tells me he loves me, then leaves the room. I feigned sleep when I heard him coming out of his closet. His whispered words had sent a thrill through me, but then his abrupt departure left a sting.

I wonder what he’s doing now. What are his thoughts?

Did he mean it? Does he really love me, as I love him?

Or is he reconsidering his feelings for me? Maybe he’s thinking that I come with too much baggage.

My thoughts wander to Daryl. I sincerely hope he’s okay wherever he is now.Did I do too much in protecting Daryl from Grayson?

He’s the only family I have left in this world. I hope Grayson understands that.

I conjure up the image of Grayson hitting Daryl. He looked so fierce, so brutal. I’ve always known about that side of him, but seeing him in that light today made me understand the reason he hides his savage nature. It’s brutal and unforgiving.

I wasn’t scared for myself, but more scared for Daryl. I sincerely thought Grayson was going to kill him. What if I hadn’t intervened? How far would Grayson have gone?

I don’t know the answer, but I know that I don’t want him to have blood on his hands.

I wonder what will happen to Daryl now. Even though he doesn’t deserve it, I still worry about him. How will he get along by himself? Who will look after him?

All these worries make it impossible for me to sleep. I check the time—it’s just past ten p.m. I sneak out of my room and head to the guest suite. I push the door lightly and poke my head in, but he’s not there. So I go to the other place where I’m sure he’ll be. His home office.

My whole body aches as I gingerly go down the stairs to the ground floor, then turn left to go down the corridor that leads to his sanctuary.

I see lights under the door, so I knock softly and open the door. He looks up from his computer and my heart races at the savage beauty of him. I enter and we stare at one another in silence.

“I thought you were asleep,” he says.

There’s a brief pause before I whisper, “I wasn’t asleep. I just didn’t know what to say to you.”

Another pause. “Do you want to join me?” he asks, moving back and patting his thighs.

I walk slowly around his desk and settle sideways in his lap, pressing my body against him until I feel his warmth seep into me. He sinks his hand into my hair and starts to massage my scalp the way I enjoy.

“Why couldn’t you sleep? What were you thinking about?” I ask him.

“Everything.”

“Good thoughts?”

“Not all of them.”

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