Aurora's POV
I stayed on the desk, my body shaking and my breath coming in short gasps. My skin felt like it was on fire, especially where the strap had hit me and where his teeth had marked my shoulder. Between my legs, I felt raw and stretched, a pulsing heat that wouldn't go away.
I watched him. Raymond didn't offer to help me up. He didn't lean down to kiss my forehead or tell me I did well. He simply pulled away, adjusted his clothes, and walked over to the leather couch.
I watched through blurry eyes as he sat down, his legs spread wide. He pulled out a cigar and lit it. The orange glow of the lighter flickered against his face for a second before he blew a cloud of thick smoke into the air. He didn't even look at me. He was totally ignoring me, as if I were just a piece of furniture he was done using.
My heart sank, hitting my stomach.
Oliver would never leave me like this, I thought.
