[Please read it with your own cautions for this chapter bears scenes of rape and torture that may shake the heart of some readers]
He leaned over her back, mouth against her ear, still slamming into her with that same relentless rhythm. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—skin against skin, blood and slick, her broken moans and groans spilling out with every thrust.
"Cry for me," he whispered. "Moan for me. Scream if you want. No one is coming. You are mine. Only mine. And I will take what I want until there is nothing left."
Her body shook violently beneath him. Tears soaked the floor. Her fingers clawed at the sheets until her nails broke. Every deep thrust dragged a fresh, throaty groan from her, every twist of her nipple made her cry out in a high, broken moan she couldn't hold back.
"Ahh—! Nngh—please—too deep—ahh!"
