We left the Midnight Club in heavy silence.
Elias drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping my thigh so tightly it almost hurt. His jaw was clenched the entire ride back to his house. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.
When we finally walked through his front door, he didn’t say a word. He simply pushed me against the wall, kissed me hard, and started tearing at my clothes.
“You let him f**k you,” he growled against my mouth, yanking my dress down. “You cummed on his c**k while I watched.”
His voice was dark, possessive, and angry all at once.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t.
“No, you’re not.” He spun me around, bent me over the back of the couch, and shoved my legs apart. “You loved it.”
He thrust into me without any warning, rough and deep
