Eliza's POV
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. The sheets were tangled, and my body was heavy with exhaustion, though not entirely unpleasant. We did it again, he was rough. I was all sore down there. I recalled the few things he whispered to me while worshipping me and I squirmed again.
[Flashback]
He ripped off my last piece of cloth and hovered me. Kissing and biting. I know he was purposely being rough to get control over me. I was determined not to give him pleasure but my own body seemed to betray me.
"You are beautiful, Princess" He mumbled as he bites each curve. This man was too obsessed with me. I rolled my eyes back with pleasure and gripped the sheets tightly. I tried to push him away, but the moment his dark eyes came into my view I shuddered with a moan as his fingers were working down there and he smirked.