Alexia's POV
Mature Content Warning
I hated him.
I hated that despite the cruel, merciless way he touched me — my body still responded. That even as my heart cracked, humiliated and bruised, my thighs parted when he commanded, my breath hitched when his fingers curled just right.
God, I hated that I wanted it.
Hated myself more for how much I needed it.
My reflection stared back at me — disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Mascara streaked down my face in ugly black rivers. I was wrecked already, and he was just getting started.
His hand twisted tighter in my hair, tugging my head back until my neck ached. The cold marble counter pressed into my hips, unyielding, unforgiving. Just like him.
"You don't get to look away," he snarled against my ear, voice dripping with venom and heat. "You're going to watch every second of this. See what you've become."
I whimpered, biting down on my lip to keep from sobbing. His hips slammed into mine, every thrust brutal, relentless.
