I didn’t know how we got out of the shower.
Maybe he carried me.
All I knew was the next moment—I was dripping wet, legs shaking, and he had me bent over the bathroom counter, both hands flat on the marble as he stood behind me.
The mirror fogged slightly, but I could still see our reflection. The red mark on my throat. My swollen lips. My wild, ruined hair. And his eyes—dark, possessive, locked on me through the glass like I belonged to him now.
He grabbed my chin and forced my face up toward the mirror.
“Look at yourself.”
My breath hitched.
“Look at how filthy you are now. All for me.”
I met my own reflection and barely recognized the girl staring back. I looked drunk on him. Wrecked. Glowing. Ruined.
“Now watch while I take you again.”
His c**k slid between my thighs, draggin
