Riley's POV 

He pressed against me, lining himself up and before I could react—

He thrust in, hard.

A scream tore out of me.

The pain was immediate.

Sharp.

Overwhelming.

I wasn’t ready. My body was weak, already suffering from the poison, and he forced himself into me without care. It felt like I was tearing apart, like my body couldn’t take it.

Tears streamed down my face.

I tried to push him away.

He pinned my hands above my head.

Held me there.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned, already moving. “So tight. So mine.”

Every thrust hurt.

His hips slammed into me over and over, the force...