Sandy's POV
I remained silent.
Not because I craved the anguish, but because I needed him to see that I was unshakeable. He could unleash whatever cruelty he desired upon me, and still, I would never confess that I was merely participating in his twisted game.
That I could endure whatever torment he delivered.
So I held my position. Allowed the quiet to envelop me like armor, the burn across my skin blazing fiercer than any humiliation I refused to acknowledge.
He lingered there, waiting.
One heartbeat. Then another. And another.
My pulse thundered in my chest, my fingertips losing sensation from clutching the bedding so tightly.
Then his palm found my hip once more, pulling me backward against his body, my knees sliding slightly across the mattress. A sharp intake of breath escaped me as his hardness grazed my thigh, demanding and furious.
