Betty’s POV

The rain hammered the glass roof above us, a relentless white noise that drowned out everything except the wet slap of skin and my own broken breathing.

His pace was fast and breathtaking. My moans mixed with my cries as I got lost in the moment.

Ivan didn’t slow down, not when my walls were still fluttering around him, still trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time. Every thrust felt like punishment and worship wrapped in the same brutal rhythm.

He was ...