Elara's POV
Without another word, Thorne turned and walked out of the room. The door slammed behind him with a loud bang that echoed through the massive bedroom like a gunshot. The sound made me flinch, but it also lit a fire in my chest that burned hotter than anything I’d felt before.
I grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it as loud as I could. My voice came out muffled and raw, but it wasn’t enough. I screamed again, punching the mattress with my fists until my arms hurt. Anger boiled inside me like lava, thick and unstoppable. My whole body shook with it.
‘Whore.’
He had called me a w***e.
After forcing me to strip, after making me moan and arch and pretend like I was losing my mind under him, after feeling him get hard against me while we played that sick game for the wi
