There was no foreplay at all. Luz frowned as Henry manhandled her.
Her nails were almost digging into his arm, and she cried out in a weak voice, "... Don't, it hurts..."
"Do you even know what is pain, Luz Boone?"
Henry smiled coldly, leaned over, and took her hand to put it in his heart. "Do you know that I'm feeling even more pain than you are?"
He leaned down and ravaged her after he finished speaking.
...
The next day.
The incessant buzzing of the alarm sounded beside her.
Luz reached out from under the blanket. Her arm was dotted with hickeys, which were very visible against her skin.
She fumbled for the phone. As soon as she picked up, she heard a woman crying from the other end of the phone. "Henry, why didn't you tell me last night that you weren't coming to the restauran
