AIDEN'S POV:
Mature Content Ahead
Her body trembled beneath my grip, back arched perfectly as I held her hair tight, forcing her to look at herself—at me—through the mirror. Her breath hitched, a whimper spilling from her lips, but I didn't slow. Couldn't.
"You don't get to look away," I growled against her ear. "You're going to watch every second of this. See what you've become. What you made me become."
I drove deeper, harder, each thrust deliberate—measured. This wasn't about pleasure. This was reclamation. Retribution.
She tried to speak, to stammer something, but I tugged her head back tighter. "Don't waste breath on apologies unless you mean them. Say it," I snapped, voice low and dangerous. "Say what you did."
"I—I was cruel," she gasped, voice shaking. "I—I hurt you. I hurt Mira—"
"Look at me."
She did. Those wide, wet eyes locked with mine through the mirror, shame and arousal warring on her flushed face.
