Victor flipped me onto my back with one rough shove. My body hit the couch cushions hard—air knocking out of my lungs in a gasp. The fabric was warm and sticky from my earlier sweat, clinging to my skin as I tried to scramble up. My ass cheeks burned from the slaps, the handprints throbbing like they had their own heartbeat. Tears dried on my cheeks in tight, salty tracks, and my pussy ached—raw, empty, still leaking wetness that smeared the cushions beneath me. The living room lamp cast a yellow glow over everything, making his shadow loom large as he stood between my legs.

He grabbed my ankles—fingers wrapping...