Chapter 69: He Reminds Me Of Her
Aria’s POV
My palms were flat against the cold, unforgiving stone wall, fingers splayed wide, fingertips raw as they scraped over jagged cracks...desperate to feel anything but the man thrusting harshly into me.
Behind me, Darius was a storm. All panting breath and ruthless rhythm, his hips crashing into me with violent precision, over and over, like he was trying to f**k something out of me...my will, my memory, my soul. His groans were guttural, his hands a vice on my hips, dragging me back onto his c**k like my body was his personal battlefield. And maybe it was.
The wet slap of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, each thrust deeper, harder... punishment disguised as passion. I wasn’t moaning. I wasn’t sighing. I wasn’t begging for more.
I was end
