BREEDER AQUAMARINE’S POV
The floor was wet.
Maybe it was my blood. Maybe it was sweat. Maybe it was from Juliet pouring water over me that morning while Alexander sat on the steps, arms crossed, watching like I was an animal in heat.
I barely flinched anymore when he touched me. I had no choice. He came down, opened the cage, used me, and left like I wasn’t a person. Just something to fill, to mark, to punish.
The room smelled of s*x, c*m, sweat and silver. I didn't even know if there were windows in here or not.
My thighs were raw and sticky. I had markings and bruises everywhere, from the constant biting and spanking during s*x.
My lips were cracked. My throat and tongue hurt from sucking his massive c**k. My scalp was hurting from his constant pulling.
The collar around my neck
