Chapter 45

• Dante’s sadistic smile grew wider as he positioned himself again after his first orgasm, the tip of his engorged member brushing against her entrance. With a brutal force, he pushed inside her, the sensation of being torn apart making Aria’s eyes roll back in her head. She screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow she had been forced to bite, her body writhing in agony as he claimed her once more. His grip on her ankle tightened, holding her in place as he thrust into her without mercy. Her broken foot was a constant reminder of her failure to escape his clutches, the pain a stark counterpoint to the fiery agony between her legs.
• The room was a blur of shadows and pain, the only clear image the monster above her, his body a study in power and control. His grunts of pleasure were a symphony of her torment, echoing in the cavernous space of her despair.
• Her wrist was almost ready to bleed because of the belt that bound her to the bedpost. The rough leather bit into her skin, leaving a deep, painful imprint. Her body trembled, not from desire, but from the fear that had taken root in her soul. Above her, Dante loomed, the shadows playing across his face like the flickering of a candle in a dark room. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into hers, a silent promise of the pain that was to come.