Chapter 40

• PENELOPE
• Christian and I spent the rest of the weekend, locked in our penthouse, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface—though I'm not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were.
• Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something darker and more depraved. He called me princess one moment and his whore the next.