The sun hadn't even fully risen when Autumn stirred a little.She lay sprawled beside Kieran,on his bed, her body a map of red marks and dark bruises…some from her rough life, and some from the previous night.
He should have felt a little guilty, maybe even regretted. But instead, he felt peace. Peace, and a low, simmering possessiveness he hadn't known he was capable of.
Autumn groaned as she turned, the ropes and bounds long gone but the ghost of them still lingered because she rubbed her wrists, as her eyes fluttered open. Her voice was hoarse, the morning kind. "You are lucky I didn't rip your throat out while you slept. "
Kieran chuckled, not bothering to look away as she adjusted the sheet over her exposed body. "You tried. Multiple times. Failed, multiple times. That's the pattern, sweetheart."
"Asshole," she muttered, struggling to sit up." I don't care a dime about your stupid games! Ahh! Fuck, my head hurts! "
