When I left the house, my face was flushed, my legs were weak, I was shivering against the wall, and I was gasping for breath one step at a time.

Xavier had just tortured me for an hour, not letting go of my stomach and ribs, even poking my belly button.

I thought I was going to die.

After he forced me to get dressed, I had to write a review and a promise and swear to the moon goddess that I would never pout at him in the future.

I ...