Chapter 17 A Young Mistress?

Intercourse with Stark always felt like neverending. After it was finally over, Sherry lay in bed motionless like a dead log. Ignoring the pain and soreness in her back and lower abdomen, she stared listlessly at the ceiling.

When would it all end? She wept silent tears of pain. The billionaire had left his bed moments ago, yet his presence seemed to linger in the master bedroom.

She felt used and of inferior value, but it was nothing compared to the fear of what he had just said,

His words, no longer cold but fiery this time, repeated themselves in her mind.

“Sherry Summers, know that you are mine, not Anders. I will not stop until you are permanently mine. Mine and only mine”.

What had he meant? Was he going to make her his mistress? But what difference would it be from what they were now? Yet, the words ‘mine’ made her hair stand on end. It had seemed so distinct and unordinary.