Chapter 45 Don't You Fucking Escape

• “Good morning, Dom.” Her voice came out soft She didn’t look at him or wait for him to answer her.
• She stood slowly and walked naked to the mirror. The cold air kissed her skin as she stepped away from the heat of him, of the bed, of everything he was.
• Her reflection stared back at her, fucked open, thighs bruised, her nipples marked with bites and love and rage. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were tired. And yet… there was something else.