Dashiell suddenly stopped, gripping Liora's chin and pressing her face against the back of the driver's seat. His expression was dark and full of hostility, his eyes almost spitting fire. "Liora, are you looking for death?"
She actually compared him to garbage.
"Yes, I am... looking for death." She thought simply, as long as she angered him, he wouldn't do this to her again. She didn't want any more physical entanglement with him. Before, it was for the sake of the child, but now that she was pregnant, how could he still do this with her?
But she was wrong.
The angrier Dashiell got, the more he wanted to f**k her to death.
The force of his thrusts became heavier and heavier, and Liora worried about hurting the baby. She almost cried out, pleading with him, "Don't... Brother... please.
