“Hmf….” A small groan escaped Aria’s throat, as she tossed and turned on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open slightly as the sunlight penetrated through the old convent’s, narrow windows.

Her nostrils drew in air sharply. She slowly sat upright on the bed, her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache. Her bruises stung even more than last night while Lucian bathed her.

But the pain was nothing compared to the deep soreness between her thighs, how her hips throbbed ...