Chapter 47

• With each brutal thrust, Aria felt herself drowning in shame and hatred. She despised herself for being this criminal's toy, his punching bag. He was right—she was just an object to him. He used her body without care or gentleness. "You know what the worst part is?"
• Dante leaned down, his face inches from Aria's as he continued to fuck her with brutal force. "The worst part is... I'm enjoying this. I love seeing you broken and crying. You're my little whore, and I'm going to keep using you until you can't walk straight."
• Without stopping his brutal pace, Dante suddenly grabbed Aria's hips and flipped her onto her stomach. He lifted her hips high and pushed her face into the pillow to muffle her screams. He then entered her from behind, his huge member spreading her small hole wide open. "This way, I can fuck you deeper."