I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her off the table like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the window.
She whimpered, legs weak, body boneless in my arms. Her p***y was raw, leaking a mess of both of us down her thighs, but I wasn’t giving her a break.
Not yet.
I pressed her against the wall, right next to the open window where the evening light spilled in, soft and golden, casting a glow on her wrecked, sweaty skin. I turned her face toward the glass so she could see her reflection—see what I’d done to her.
“You look ruined,” I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. “Do you see yourself?”
She nodded, barely.
“Good. That’s mine. You’re mine.”
She shivered, chest rising fast, eyes glassy as she stared out, her cheek against the frame.
“You think I didn’t notice?” I said, dr
