Chapter 85

(Lena’s POV)

Damien pushed me against the cold floor; his eyes stared at me with nothing but pure disgust.

Every time I had sex with Damien, I always anticipated the moment, but now I dreaded it.

Too soon I felt him in me, hard, and he thrust in and out fast, his pace getting faster and rougher. He held me down on a choke hold, and I struggled to breathe. The feeling of being pounded and chocked was too much, and just when I thought it was almost over, he lifted me up and slammed me down against an old wooden table. Everything about the place was old. His hands were in my hair again, gripping hard and pulling as he slammed into me for the second time. I groan out in pain, my head slammed against the table, and blood pulled down my nose. He pulls out of me, and I feel a spank, hard, against my clit.

“For the rest of your task, you would be on your knees. He says and places me back on the floor; it takes too long for me to balance. He grips me by the hair and