Chapter 179: Then Wear It

Reese "Look at me!" I snarled instead wanting to focus on the woman spread out beneath me. The command was raw, ripped from a place of furious frustration at my mind. Penelope’s head jerked, her tear-filled eyes struggling to focus on me. There was no fire. It wasn’t enough. I fucked her deeper, grinding against her cervix with each punishing stroke, using her suspended body like a battering ram against my own mind. Her cries became ragged sobs, her body convulsing in my grip, but I didn’t relent. I chased my release not for pleasure, but for annihilation—the obliteration of memory, the silencing of the phantom voice whispering Elizabeth’s name while I fucked Penelope. I felt it building, a dark pressure coiling low in my gut. My grip tightened impossibly on her ankles, my knuckles white, tendons standing out like cables on my forearms. I drove into her suspended form with a final, brutal surge, burying myself impossibly deep, grinding against her as a guttural roar tore from my throat