HER POV
The belt burned against my wrists.
My cheek was pressed to the sheets, hair in my mouth, thighs trembling.
His body was everywhere—hot, heavy, ruthless.
He didn’t kiss me.
Didn’t whisper sweet nothings.
He f****d me like punishment, and I took it because my body didn’t know how to say no anymore.
Not to him.
Each thrust drove deeper, harder, like he was drilling the memory of Eli out of me.
Like I was something that needed to be corrected.
“Still thinking of him?” he growled behind me.
I shook my head, sobbing into the sheets.
“Good girl.”
His hand tangled in my hair again, yanking my head back as his hips slammed into mine.
“Because the only name I want coming out of your mouth…” he leaned in, licking the sweat off my spine, “...is mine.”
“I-I don’t know it,” I whi
