The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 156

Throughout the night, Victoria lost count of how many places he had taken her.

The sofa, the dining table, the bathroom, the bedroom…

It wasn't until the sky began to lighten that she finally fell into a deep sleep.

The air was thick with sweat and sex.

Elias held the sleeping Victoria, his dark eyes reflecting her small face. Perhaps because he had been too rough, she couldn't handle it, and her face was a little pale, making the flush around her eyes stand out in stark contrast to her pale skin.

He was momentarily lost in thought, his hand rising instinctively as his fingertips brushed the corner of her eye.

"Don't…"

In her sleep, Victoria seemed to sense his touch. She murmured softly, her slender hand grabbing his arm, her fingers brushing against the scratches she had left on him the night before.

A sharp, stinging pain brought Elias back to his senses.

His body was covered in her scratches and bite marks, and hers was covered in the marks he had left, dotting her skin from head to toe.

Seeing the marks they'd left on each other, some of the hard edges in Elias's face eased. He propped himself up, lifted her into his arms, and carried her from the bed into the bathroom.

He settled into the tub with her, letting the warm running water slowly envelop them.

Whether from the cold or the cramped space, Victoria, still asleep, frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

The slight movement was enough to arouse him again.

The desire he'd barely gotten under control came roaring back to life. His large hand caressed her waist, his eyes darkening as he lowered his head to kiss her. Fearing he might wake her, his movements were light and gentle.

"Mmm…"

Without the influence of the drug, Elias had regained some of his reason. Hearing her soft moan, he stopped his teasing touches.

After going at it over and over all night, she couldn't take any more.

"Don't move," he murmured, suppressing his urges as he gently coaxed her. He then took a washcloth and began to carefully and tenderly clean her body.

But he had underestimated his own desire and overestimated Victoria's cooperation.

He washed her slowly, every inch of her skin a challenge to his self-control.

By the time he finally finished, what felt like forever had passed. He carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and then picked up his phone to call Hawk.

"Bring a change of clothes up."

***

Victoria slept for ten hours, not waking until four in the afternoon.

The moment she woke, her whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. She hissed in pain as the memories of the night before came flooding back.

The color drained from her face.

Those humiliating flashes replayed in her mind, each one cutting a little deeper.

She bit her lip, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets, which were rumpled from the night's frenzy. Her voice was hoarse with self-loathing.

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