Chapter 33

• •HAZEL SANTORO•
• My fingers claw at the cold marble counter, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, but it’s useless. There’s no escaping him. No reprieve from the relentless, punishing thrusts that slam into me, driving me forward until my toes barely touch the ground.
• "Raffaele—" His name rips from my throat, half moan, half plea. I don’t know what I’m begging for. For him to stop? To go harder? To finally fucking let me breathe?