Luce

The loud buzz of the vibrator was still ringing in my ears even after he clicked it off. The silence that followed was loud.

I lowered my head, my cheek pressed into the silk sheets. My breathing was ragged. I was done—not just tired. I was completely worn out. Every defense I’d built, every bit of spite I’d used to shield myself from him, had evaporated.

I heard the bed creak as he shifted. He didn’t touch me yet. He was just there, a massive, silent presence hovering behind me. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing the marks he’d left, savoring the wreck he’d made.

I didn’t...