Sophia’s pov
Victor followed me along the hallway that ended at the master bathroom. My soles touched the hardwood without sound. His boots struck steady, firm beats behind me.
Each step seemed to gain weight. My mind ignored every command to stay quiet and kept releasing crude pictures.
I saw him press my body forward under the spray, his fingers locked on my hipbones while he entered from behind. I saw him push against me on the chilled tile until words left my mouth in broken cries, water pouring across skin. Those pictures arrived in full color, lacked decency and suited neither a wife nor a woman who had two children and a spouse far from home.
My n*****s had stiffened into small firm points that pushed at the white cotton sundress. Each shift of my hips slid the cloth across
