RAYNE
Reid didn’t ask. He didn’t wait for permission.
He drove his hips forward, sheathing his thick, brutal length inside me in one relentless thrust.
A sharp pain ripped through my core. A white-hot brand of pure violation. My breath left me in a punched-out gasp, and my head thudded back against the cool wall.
It hurt. It burned, a stretching, tearing sensation of being split open, of being claimed in the most primal way possible.
My virginity, a thing I’d guarded, was gone, stolen by the man I was supposed to hate.
But beneath the pain, a deeper, more treacherous sensation bloomed. A fullness. A completeness that had my inner muscles clenching around him, trying to accommodate his impossible size.
A choked sob escaped my lips.
Reid went perfectly still, buried to the hilt in
