MARCUS' POV
The upper corner of my lip raised into a smirk as I got off her, done for the day. Sparing her a single glance, I got up and reached for my clothes laying on the floor and began dressing up.
I could hear her let out an exhale as I got dressed. I didn't need to watch her to know she was definitely exhausted. She obviously wasn't used to all of it and I wasn't nice enough to give her a break.
I couldn't care less though. She brought it all upon herself.
With a mental shrug, I began buttoning my shirt. The quietness of the room was beginning to feel unusual. I'd almost never had s*x with someone and have them stay so quiet afterwards.
I guess I had finally managed to put her in her place. Better late than never. She had finally realized who I was and how merciless I could be
