BOOK 3: Chapter 13: Unraveling Her Guilt
She can’t help the way her body reacts, even now. Even as her mind is screaming at her, shaking her with shame and dread and utter self-loathing, her hips are still pinned hard against the kitchen table, her breasts flattened against the cold wood, her mouth open in a cascade of broken moans.
“Ahhh—hah—nnghh—”
He holds her in place with an iron grip on her hips, slamming into her faster, deeper, harder, with a brutal rhythm that seems to shake the entire table. Each thrust pounds into her, relentless, merciless, his c**k spearing so deep she swears she feels it against her heart. Her nails scratch at the surface of the table, unable to find purchase, unable to hold herself steady beneath the punishing pace he’s set.
The air smells like s*x. Swea
