Marcus lay broken on the cold marble floor, surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been Sophia's carefully prepared sanctuary.
His ribs screamed with every shallow breath. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and a deep cut above his eyebrow. The world tilted and blurred at the edges, but his eyes... wide, bloodshot, and filled with raw horror... refused to close.
They were glued to the bed.
To her.
Sophia.
The girl he had already begun calling his future wife in his mind. The key to elevating the Steele family to the level of the true Sacred Houses. The woman whose body he had dreamed of claiming tonight, whose moans he had imagined would be for him.
Now she was on her back, legs spread wide and trembling, Alex buried so deep inside her that Marcus could see the obscene bulge of his cock moving in her lower belly with every brutal thrust.
Plap—! Plap—! Plap—!
