Better Left Broken

Magnus's POV

The bar dug into my palms as I pulled myself up, letting out a rough breath. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

The image of Cora bent over the boardroom table invaded my thoughts again. Her skin flushed, hair falling loose, that little gasp, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

I drew myself up again, muscles straining. Fifteen. Sixteen.

This was not working. I had come down to my personal