She twitched.
Not from pain.
Not from pleasure.
But from possession.
Because thatâs what it felt like now.
She wasnât a woman. Not a doctor. Not a name. She was just that..his. A body. A hole. A fuckdoll stretched out and used and owned. And even as her eyes glazed over, as her back arched and , she felt it again.
The hunger.
Not his.
Hers.
Because she wanted more.
She wanted him to ruin her again. To break her. To shove her off the counter and drag her by the hair to the floor like the f*****g w***e he said she was and make her beg.
She barely had time to breathe before Dominic leaned down, grabbed her by the throat, and whispered against her c*m-smeared lips.
âOpen your f*****g mouth.â
She obeyed.
And he spat in it.
Again.
Thick. Hot. Filthy.
His spit slid over her tongu
