Derek’s POV
The sound of flesh meeting flesh was sickening, and it made my stomach churn aggressively until I nearly puked on myself. I bit down hard on my lower lip—hard enough to taste blood—just to keep myself from reacting and tearing the entire damn place apart.
The sound of Fiona’s groans cutting through the air, her ragged breathing, and the piercing cries that escaped her lips each time her body was hit made my blood run could from guilt and rage.
I shouldn’t have let this happen. I shouldn't have brought her into this alliance plan in the first place.
What the hell had I been thinking—using Fiona, of all people, to prove a point to a misogynist bastard like Miles? At what point did I even believe I could prove it to a man who didn't see women as anything but ornaments and pl
