Rex obliged, his movements becoming increasingly erratic and violent. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the glass, a twisted image of a woman being systematically destroyed.
He shifted his grip, one hand sliding down to grip her throat while the other slapped her ass hard enough to leave deep, purple welts that she could see reflected in the pane.
The sound of their coupling was obscene: the wet, sucking noise of his cock sliding through the slurry of cum and blood, the rhythmic thud of his pelvis against her, and her inhuman, keening shrieks.
'I am exposed,' Elizabeth thought in a flash of delirious clarity. 'I am a spectacle of sin.'
'And I have never felt more alive.'
The violence escalated. Rex's thrusts became so powerful that Elizabeth felt something inside her shift a wet, grinding sensation that suggested cartilage tearing.
