Esme’s POV
He thrust in and in and in. “Yeah, I want to f*****g ruin this p***y, it’s mine and I’ll take as much as I want.”
The words slammed into me like fists, and I bolted awake with a gasp that ripped my throat raw.
Sweat soaked my skin, the sheets beneath me damp and cold. My heart thundered so hard I thought it would crack a rib. I blinked frantically, trying to make sense of the shadows, the unfamiliar ceiling, the heavy scent of blood and s*x that clung to everything.
This wasn’t my room.
The memories crashed over me in a brutal wave: Cole’s red-grey eyes, the cuffs, the bite marks burning on my neck and shoulder, the endless, merciless thrusts, the way my body had betrayed me again and again while my mind screamed for it to stop. I could still feel him inside me, phantom st
