Lina's POV
I couldn't help but obey, my eyes meeting my own reflection in the steamy mirror. My hair was wet and tangled, my lips swollen, my neck covered in marks from his mouth.
I looked thoroughly claimed. Thoroughly his.
"That's my girl," Adrian approved, his hand sliding down to grip my hip. "Now keep watching."
He hooked one arm under my knee, lifting my leg up in an obscene position that left me completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Daddy!" I protested, mortified. "This is—"
"Perfect," he finished, and then he was pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.
The angle was devastating. I could see everything in the mirror—could see the way my body stretched to accommodate him, could see the possession in his gray eyes as he watched my face.
"Oh God," I moaned, tryi
