Danny's POV
"Fuc—kkkkkkk," I gasped, the word splintering into a jagged moan that I couldn't catch in time.
My legs were hiked high, draped over Chadwick’s broad shoulders like I was nothing more than a folded-up doll. He didn't care that I had been crying ten minutes ago. He didn't care that I had tried to push him off. He was slamming into me with a brutal, rhythmic force that made the headboard crack against the wall with every shove.
It wasn't a lovemaking session, it was a reclamation.
I tried to squeeze my eyes shut, to turn my face into the pillow so I wouldn't have to see the raw, dark possessiveness in his gaze, but he wasn't having it. He reached up, his fingers tangling in my sweaty, bleached hair, and forced my head back until I had to look at him.
"Look at me," he comman
