Isabella's POV:
I took pride in my ability to remove myself from situations I didn't like. If something bad happened, and I so wished it, I could turn off from it.
I couldn't turn off from Damian ramming into me like he has a treasure buried deep inside me which he couldn't wait to get out.
Each thrust felt like a jab in my abdomen. My efforts at pushing him away failed, my arms hanging limp at my sides. I pushed my cheek into the bed, the pillow had skidded away somewhere. If I looked down, I was sure I'd see blood running down my thighs.
I bit my lip so hard my teeth broke the skin, even adding to the pain. Still, my eyes were dry. I couldn't form any tears. The pain was shooting up my stomach in intense waves. I had screamed so damn much. But no tears came.
Suddenly, Damian stille
