CORVIN'S POV

“Are we stopping here tonight?” Beatrice said, shaking her full chest, her only attractive attribute in my face. I nearly faltered for a second but quickly regained my stance.

“Beatrice, you know just how much I hate to repeat myself. Understand your place…your duty is to spread your legs from me when I ask, and when I'm not asking, you close them and that mouth of yours.”

She sniffled, laying back on the bed and turning her back to me.

“Why do you even bother ...