Never.
The answer was never.
My body answered him before my brain could catch up, hips tilting back, offering, surrendering everything I had left.
“Watch us,” he said again, his voice rough with need. “Watch how I fuckin’ own you.”
When he pushed inside, I cried out, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain. He was so big, filling me entirely.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hips beginning to move. “So perfect. You feel so perfect around me.”
I threw my head back with a choked cry, my eyes fluttering shut against the onslaught.
“Keep looking,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the haze. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to see exactly who’s taking you.”
I forced my eyes open, forced myself to face the mirror, and watched what was happening. In the reflection, I saw the obscene way I was bent over, offering myself like I had no pride left. The way his body curved into mine, his hands possessive on my hips, holding me in place. My own lips parted in pleasure. His face contorted each time he sank deep, and I watched it all happen, unable to look away.
“See that?” he murmured, words coming out in ragged bursts. “See how perfect you are for me? You’re made for me. Only me.”
Yes… yes, tell me. Even if it’s not true, please keep saying it.
His rhythm built, faster now, more urgent. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small space, obscene and intimate. My breasts swayed with each thrust, and I watched in the mirror as one of his hands reached around to cup one, rolling my nipple between his fingers until I cried out again.
“So responsive,” he growled. “So honest. Your body doesn’t lie. Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are.”
Am I?I searched my own reflection desperately, trying to see what he claimed was there, trying to find the woman he said was beautiful instead of the desperate, broken thing I felt like.
Maybe Dom had a script. The same words for every woman…
But my hips were tilting back, begging for more, because even if it was a lie, right now it was mine, and I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
My palms flattened against the tile, skin catching on grout. The fullness made it impossible to think past the next breath. Past the way he was filling every void inside me until there was nothing left but sensation and need and of him telling me I was perfect.
My mind screamed a final, useless protest—wrong, this is so wrong—but it was quickly drowned out by the way I was begging for the very thing that would break me.
“Ah, h-harder,” I pleaded, the sound ripping from my throat without permission.
“You want harder?” he growled, hips slamming with a punishing force that stole my breath. “I’ll break you in half.”
Each thrust jolted another thought loose… Derek’s face… my father’s back as he walked away… they dissolved into white noise, replaced by the feeling of being filled and claimed and wanted.
This.I needed this. To be so overwhelmed that I’d stop being myself. To be so consumed that I stopped begging someone to love me. To feel so much that my head would finally shut up and give me peace.
“Don’t take your eyes off. Watch me make you come, watch me fucking brand you as mine so you don’t forget.”
I won’t forget. Even when reality comes back, and I’m alone again. I want to remember this forever, this feeling of being wanted like this.
His fingers slipped between my folds, circling and pressing where I was already so swollen and slick. My body started to betray me, hips jerking against his hand, chasing the edge. But Dom wasn’t having it—he thrust deeper, harder, his cock filling me to the hilt, while his fingers pushed me past any hope of control.
“Let go,” he commanded. “Let me feel you come apart for me.”
A ragged sound tore from my throat, half-sob, half-scream, as my body locked around him, convulsing in waves I had no control over. My climax ripped through me, but it wasn’t just pleasure. It was violent, full-body shattering that felt like breaking apart from the inside.
The release didn’t stop at my body. It wrenched out sounds from places that had bled in silence for years. Every time I begged for scraps of attention… every time I’d swallowed the wordsI’m not enoughand pretended it didn’t hurt. All of it was clawing its way out.
“Give it all, give it to me,” Dom’s voice was in my ear, filthy and possessive, and I let him drown out every other voice who’d made me believe I was less.
In the mirror, I watched every unfiltered detail of myself as I fell to pieces. And for a second, I looked like the woman I’d been trying to find in Derek’s eyes.
