Nadia Pov"That's it," he coaxed, his voice a dark rasp against my ear. "Let go. I know you want to. You're shaking for it."I was. I was trembling violently, my knees weak, my entire existence narrowed down to the fingers pumping inside me and the thumb torturing my clit. The shame burned through me, hot and acidic, but it was drowning under a tidal wave of raw, primal need. I hated him. I hated myself. But God, I didn't want him to stop.The coil in my belly snapped.My back bowed off the cold stone, a sharp, agonizing arch that pushed my breasts harder against his chest. My mouth opened in a silent, guttural scream, my throat working around a sound that simply wouldn't come. The orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path, my hate, my fear, my dignity. It left me raw and trembling, a mere vessel for the pleasure he had forced upon me."Look at you," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Falling apart on my hand. You're beautiful when you lose
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