Fresh tears spilled from Isabella's eyes as she lay trembling on the rumpled sheets.
Maybe I'd taken her too fucking hard this time.
I raked a hand through my damp hair, studying the delicate beauty before me - the one who had unexpectedly drilled her way under my calloused exterior. When I first met the doe-eyed stripper, she was just a means to an end, a way to recoup her scumbag stepfather's debts. Just another job, another day for the boss of the Ivanov Bratva.
I watched a trickle of my cum seep from between Isabella's abused folds. Christ, her perfect skin was already darkening with blooms of purple and crimson where I'd gripped her too tightly in my frenzy.
I licked my dry lips, my heavy breaths gradually evening out as I studied the mess I'd made of her. Her small frame was practically folded in half from how savagely I'd taken her this time. Like a rabid beast devouring its prey.
