HIS VICIOUS REVENGE | BOOK 2
Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness.
Those memories were like a sharp blade piercing his heart.
"You'll fucking know what it feels like to be touched by a man," he growled as he pulled out and then slammed back again, thrusting relentlessly with a ferocity that left her gasping for air and clutching at the sheets. His slow strokes were an aggressive claim of his dominance, making her feel weaker and weaker.
As his tip delved deeper, Emma wept more. Gone was her innocence, in a way she never foresaw, her heart heavy with sadness, her soul torn apart.