Hermosa POV

The mark reddened with each touch while my body squirmed to get control. I hated being touched like this, and he knew it too well.

It was just like in the club when men would yell and scream, pushing each other with bulging muscles just to get a touch of the stripper.

It seemed like what Rapheal was doing. I felt like an object, only to satisfy my master, never to be pleased.

I pushed his fingers away, savouring what last remained of my dignity. His eyes beamed mischievously ...