CHAPTER 34
BELLA'S POV
I walked over to the sink as he zipped up his pants. In the mirror, I caught his reflection—he was smirking, looking quiet pleased with himself.
"That was nice," he said, his tone laced with arrogance.
I bit my lip and shut my eyes. Whatever thrill I had felt before was gone, replaced by a wave of disgust. I wanted to scrub my skin raw.
What the hell did I just do?
I was still drowning in self-loathing when a sharp slap landed on my ass. My eyes flew open. He was right behind me, his disgusting gaze locked onto me.
It was like I had taken off blurry glasses. Had I seriously found this pig attractive?
"Bet you had a great time." He smirked. "Tell you what…"
"A great time?" I blurted out, my fists clenching at my side. Was he insane? I felt used.
"Hey, watch
