"Just breathe, Mireya," Rex whispered, his voice dripping with a condescending sweetness that made her skin crawl. "Feel how perfectly you fit around me."
"Feel how your body is welcoming the man you actually need, instead of the boy you pretend to love."
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Think about Apollo."
"Think about how he'd tremble if he saw you like this spread wide, weeping, and stuffed full of a real man."
"He'd probably faint at the sight of his 'pure' lady being ruined so thoroughly."
'He wants a statue, but we both know you're a fucking animal underneath all that silk."
Inside her mind, Mireya was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. 'Shut up! Shut up, you arrogant beast!' she yelled internally. 'He is kind... he is gentle... he honors me! This is a sin! This is a nightmare!'
