C21 Slaves

I did not wait for an explanation from Cato, nor did I want to know why my soon-to-be husband would not marry me. I hated that I felt his mouth still hot against my own, the ghost of his hand still trapped between my trembling thighs. I wrapped up my robe and left in a hurry, down to the cove, where I sat in the shallow, icy water, letting the world wash me of my sins