Chapter 86. Broken and Devastated

“How many men have touched this beautiful body of yours, huh?” he said, touching every inch of her with his rough hands. Soon his mouth followed, and he tasted every recess like a hungry predator.

Brooklyn didn’t even bother to answer him as her mind was numb with hurt and she felt cheap, like some roadside trash. She didn’t at all feel the way she should in the arms of the man she loved. His fingers worked their magic upon her folds, but she felt nothing other than hurt.

“Do you like it when I do this? Or do they do it better? I meant your younger and more experienced lovers,” he grunted with jealousy.

Brooklyn answered nothing and kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see this image of the man she so deeply loved.

“Look at me, dammit. I can see how much you love me,” he mocked, his eyes blazing more fire. “But I’m not done with you. I have every right to have you and I will,” he stated angrily as he positioned himself above her.

Brooklyn stared at