Page 138 of Brutal Collateral

I cry out, moan, whimper, and drool.

“You like how hard I fuck you, tough girl?” he taunts. “I will destroy this tight cunt and put you back together so you only get off from me. I will make a mess of you with my cum and clean you up. Fuck you like a whore in my bed and bow at your feet in public as my queen.”

God, all the dirty talk. Where’s he getting the air? I can’t even say anything. I can’t keep up with this insane thundering of my heart.

But I don’t want him to stop. I waited seven years for this.

“Breathe for me now.” Griffin lets go of my throat. “I want tohearyou.”

He slows down, dragging every inch of his cock in and out of me.

“God, I love how you fuck me,” I rasp, my throat sore. “Iamtough. Give me the worst side of you. I can handle it.”

Turbo-charged sensations fire through me.

“The worst, huh? Somewhere between ruining you and saving you?” He seals our chests together and fucks me at a slow, maddening pace. “Be careful what you wish, baby. You don’t know what I’ve been through the last seven years thinking I’d never see you again.” Raw angst chokes the words from his throat.

All while he locks gazes with me.

I go boneless right there. Crying out, I come in a rush, my center shuddering and tightening around his cock.

“Fuck, look at you coming for your husband.” He grunts and pumps, head thrown back. “God, it’s too much. Damn it.”

I feel Griffin’s cock pulse inside me. He roars, emptying his seed into that condom. I’m surprised the damn thing didn’t break. Then he holds me, his head buried next to my ear. His breathing sounds so rough and heavy. As my eyes adjust, all I see is his slick skin.

He said we wouldn’t have sex. Now look at us. Can I walk away when it’s time? My heart aches, loving how it feels to be so full of him and warm. If I was naïve to think I could keep my hands off him, and ignore his dirty talk, filthy promises, and the rough feel of his hands on my skin, what the hell else was I wrong about?

Would I rather be right?

Or in love?

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Ava

The next two weekspass and nothing sticks in my head except isolated moments of aching thigh muscles, rug burns on my knees, a throbbing core, and a greedy butt from Griffin stretching me a little more each night to take me there.

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