Chapter 40

The Prey

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He wrenched three forceful orgasms out of me in less than ten minutes. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was hazy, blurred… distant.

As he pulled away, I slipped from the counter, collapsing in a puddle of my own helplessness. My legs shook violently. My pulse skyrocketed, pounding in my ears like a war drum. My breath came in ragged, desperate heaves.

He stood behind me, silent. I knew without looking that he wore the same smug expression, that cold satisfaction he always had. But I couldn’t bear to face him. Not like this. Not when I was on my knees, my jeans bunched around my ankles, my underwear gone—ripped off somewhere in the chaos of his merciless assault.

The pot of water had boiled dry, steam hissing into the air, but he hadn’t bothered to turn off the stove. Why was I even thinking about the pot? I should be concerned about myself. How could I… How could I have org