The third day had just started, and I couldn't even tell if the shivers running through me were from exhaustion, desperation, or maybe something darker. Alexander had torn away any control, every shield I tried to hold onto, leaving me feeling like a rag doll in his hands. He was relentless, totally focused on breaking me in ways I'd never imagined.
I wanted this to end. Desperately. But no matter how many times he took me, whispering that his heir was the only thing he needed, I wouldn't beg for mercy. He'd already taken too much. I wouldn't let him take that.
My body betrayed me, though. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold onto some piece of myself. I was covered in sweat, tied up in the takate-kote he'd bound me in, spread wide and exposed. The ropes bit into my skin, grounding me amidst the chaos of sensations and the overwhelming urge to escape.
