The loud crack had lights flashing in her eyes, and she swore, nose wrinkling in pain as blood dribbled down her face. She groaned, not fighting his grip, twisting her head to wipe some of the blood off on her shoulder, looking up at Tony with a heaving chest.
Maybe if he thought he had the upper hand he would let her speak for five seconds. And if he hit her again...well then hopefully he didn't want children.