CHAPTER 40. CORRUPTED BEYOND REPAIR
I had assumed—naively, foolishly—that the sound of Mom knocking on the door and calling his name would break the spell. I thought the sudden intrusion of reality would force him to freeze, to scramble, to pull away in a panic. But oh God, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even flinch.
If anything, the danger fueled him.
It was as if he wanted to kill me. He wanted to end the girl I used to be and resurrect something broken and beautiful in her place. He kept on pounding into me, maintaining that compromising, humiliating position. He held me up like an offering, his strength inhuman. One of his large, calloused hands grasped my breast, kneading the flesh with bruising force, while the other clamped onto my waist, anchoring me to him as if he were afraid I mig
