“Answer me,” he said, his voice harder now. “If you don’t, I’m stopping right here.”
The warning in his tone was clear.
Sophia clenched her jaw as she stared at him through the mirror.
That damn man was taking advantage of her weakness, of the way she was begging for him. He was enjoying every second of her vulnerable state, making her submissive to him.
But she had no strength left to fight him.
When he gripped her tighter and demanded an answer, her throat felt dry. She could barely breathe. She gave a small, silent nod.
Magnus’s expression darkened.
His hand came down sharply against her hip again, then the other one, back and forth, rough and possessive. He gripped her jaw tighter, shaking her face slightly.
“Answer me properly,” he demanded.
Tears filled Sophia’s eyes. Her body shook as she finally forced the words out in a trembling voice.
“I want more… I want you to give me more…”
A slow, satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He released her jaw, but his hand didn’t leave her body. Instead, it slid down from her hip, lower. She gasped when she felt his fingers replace what she had expected. Without hesitation, he pushed them inside her.
It was rough. Constant. He didn’t slow down.
His fingers moved in and out with harsh, rough rhythm. Sophia cried out, her knees buckling as the sensation overwhelmed her.
“Mhmmm… oh… oh God…” She almost collapsed, but Magnus caught her by the waist, holding her upright against the counter.
Her body leaned forward, barely able to support itself. She had no strength left. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she trembled uncontrollably.
Magnus placed his arm across her lower back to keep her steady. Then his fingers drove into her again, harder this time,more demanding. He watched in the mirror as her hips arched helplessly in response.
He was shaking too, his breathing uneven as he stared at the flushed skin of her hips, the marks he had left behind. The sight only made him hungrier.
Sophia cried out again, her fingers curling desperately against the counter as she tried to hold on to something—anything.
He gave her no time to recover.
His hand continued its relentless rhythm, pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more, refusing to let her escape the intensity he was building inside her.
Then, without warning, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with himself, pushing inside her in one deep, powerful thrust.
Sophia cried out loudly.
Magnus caught her wrists and pulled her upright. His other hand found her face, tilting it so his lips could trail down her neck. He kissed, licked, and nipped along her delicate skin, starting from her ear and sliding over her collarbone, each movement making her gasp uncontrollably.
“Ah… Ahhh… Ah…” Her feet barely stayed flat on the floor. With every hard thrust, she lifted onto her toes, her body jolting forward. It was raw, messy, completely controlled by him. He didn’t let her take the lead even once.
He slammed into her with brutal intensity, driving her breathless, his movements relentless. Then, his fingers slid down between her thighs, flicking her swollen nub.
The dual sensation sent a sharp gasp spilling from Sophia’s lips, her body tightening as another powerful wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling beneath him.
Sophia cried out as she released herself onto his hard shaft, but Magnus wasn’t close to stopping. He thrust into her again and again, each movement rough, making her body shake and tremble with need. Within seconds, she found herself reaching another edge.
This time, he followed shortly after, his movements slowing as he finished. For a moment, they both stood there breathing heavily.
