The dim glow from the floor lamp barely reached the far corners of the room, casting everything in heavy shadows. The sheets on the bed were already tangled and halfway on the floor, their expensive silk looking like they'd been dragged through a fight.
Sandra lay beneath him, her breath coming in fast, shallow bursts. Evan's weight pressed her into the mattress, his movements sharp, almost mechanical...not the smooth, calculated rhythm he usually had when they were together.
His grip on her hips was bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks she'd still see tomorrow. She tried to match his pace, but he was relentless tonight, like each thrust was a strike, a message, a punishment she hadn't been warned about.
Sandra's hands gripped at his shoulders, nails d
