Diana’s POV

He lifts me off the ground like I’m nothing. One arm hooks under my thigh, the other pins my wrist above my head against the wall, and he drives his cock into me so hard my skull taps the plaster.

The sound that rips out of me isn’t a moan. It’s a scream that I feel in my ribs, because the angle is punishing — gravity pulling me down onto his cock while he thrusts up and the depth is staggering.

He’s hitting places inside me that the chair position didn’t reach.

“You had your fun,” he growls against my neck, slamming into me hard enough that a...