The Trap
Diana’s Pov
The storm hadn’t stopped. Rain still beat against the windows like it wanted to break it . My body hurts in the best and worst ways, thighs sticky with him, my lips swollen, skin marked with his teeth and fingers. Elijah ’s arm was locked around my waist . I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
I did want to. And I didn’t.
His phone screen flashed between us. The video played on my own moans filling the dark room in my head. Me on my knees. I bent over the bed. Me begging. Me coming apart while he filled me.
I stared at it. Couldn’t look away.
“Why?” My voice came out small.
Elijah turned the screen off. Set the phone on the nightstand. His hand slid back between my legsfingers lazy, pushing his c*m deeper inside me like he was marking territory.
“Because
