Emma:
His words are the last coherent thought I have. Then, he obliterates everything.
There’s no warning.
One second, I’m braced for him, the next, his grip on my hips turns to steel and he slams into me, one vicious, balls-deep thrust that punches the air from my lungs. It’s not pain. It’s a revelation. A brutal, shocking claim that rewires my nervous system in a single stroke.
A ragged cry tears from my throat, half his name, half a raw, guttural sound I don’t recognize as my own. He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t let me adjust. He pulls back and does it again, harder this time, the slap of his skin against my ass echoing obscenely in the bathroom.
“f**k,” he snarls, the word torn from his chest. “You feel that? That’s what a tight, greedy little cunt feels like when it’s been begging f
