8Nora
My mind is blank, emptied of all thought as I look at Julian. I’m vaguely aware that he’s still inside me, but that’s all I can process at the moment. I feel broken, destroyed, the raw soreness of my body amplified by the deep, stabbing pain in my soul.
I don’t know why this bout of rough s*x felt so much like a violation. Why it reminded me of those early days on the island, when Julian was my cruel captor instead of the man I love. Only a couple of days ago, he tortured me with a flogger and n****e clamps, and I reveled in it, begging for more.
I begged today too, but it wasn’t for more. s*x wasn’t what I wanted—not with my heart breaking for the tiny life growing inside me.
For the innocent child conceived by two killers.
“Nora…” Julian’s voice is an aching whisper. The pain
