Aria

I whimpered, frustration tightening every nerve. He slapped my thigh sharply; the sting making me yelp.

“That’s better,” he said, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I want to hear that little scream again.”

He shoved his finger deep inside me, his other hand clamped firmly around my throat, while Damon drove into me with ruthless force. Cries spilled out uncontrollably, ragged and desperate.

“You can come now,” he ordered.

With a few more savage thrusts, my body broke ...