Page 44 of Whisper

CRACK.

His hand lands on my ass, sharp and commanding. The sting ricochets through me, raw and electric.

I gasp, heat blooming across my skin.

“Good girl,” he growls, voice dark with satisfaction. “But we’re not done.”

His palm presses between my shoulder blades. Heavy. Possessive.Controlling.

I go still. Breath caught.

“My turn.” He kneels behind me, shoves my thighs wide, and drags the thick head of his cock through my slick folds—slow, deliberate, filthy.

No warning.

He drives into me in one rough, ruthless thrust.

I cry out—more shock than pain—my hands fisting the sheets as he fills me completely.

His hand curls into my hair, yanks me back just enough to bare my throat.

“Looks like my little linguist likes it rough.” His breath is hot at my ear. “Feel it. Feel me fucking you. Taking you. Using you. Until you can’t fucking walk.”

He thrusts again—hard. Deep. Right into the spot that makes me see stars.

And again.

And again.

Relentless.

Claiming.

Exactly the way I always imagined it would feel to be taken by a man who doesn’t ask—who just knows.

The sound of skin slapping skin, the sting of his hand tangled in my hair, the obscene stretch of him inside me—it’s all too much.

Too perfect.

My vision blurs as I shatter again, my body convulsing around him, his name tearing from my throat.

Cooper follows with a broken growl, grinding into me as he comes, his hand fisted in my hair, his body locked tight against mine.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, gasping. Spent. Ruined.

And still—I know round three is coming.

Because the man behind me hasn’t begun to be done.

ELEVEN

Eliza

REVEALED

My body’s still twitching,face down on the mattress, when he pulls out—slow and deliberate. The kind of drag that leaves me gasping into the sheets, half-wrecked, half-waiting.

I don’t move. Can’t. Muscles gone soft and shaky.