Her voice cracked. “What?”
Dominic didn’t answer right away. He just stood there at the edge of the bed, adjusting his cuffs like her ruined body wasn’t even worth glancing at. Like the p***y that was still glistening, pulsing, begging for him meant absolutely nothing now that he’d had his fun.
She tried to sit up. Her legs were still trembling, her core aching, slick still wet between her thighs, but she pushed up on shaky elbows, eyes wide, throat dry.
“You’re leaving?” she choked.
He looked at her then. Slowly. Eyes dragging up her naked body like a knife against silk, not admiring..owning.
He let his gaze rest on the bruise blooming on her thigh where he’d gripped her too hard. Let it slide to the red mark on her breast where his teeth had sunk in hours ago. Then back to her eyes
