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“I thought you were a hitman, that night.” She fights to breathe.

“And you still fucked me?”

“It got me off.” She shrugs.

“Iwasa hitman, but I’ve never killed a woman. Right now, you’re in more danger of being so sore and your legs trembling so bad, I’ll have to carry you out of here.” I grip her waist. “On. Your. Knees.Wife.”

Staggering back, she keeps her dress bunched in her hands. Cursing under her breath, she gets on the sofa.

I climb on behind her and whisper in her ear, “I’m giving you a safe word because your punishment will hurt. Nothing else you say will make me stop.”

“And what is that?”

“Your safe word is... I love you.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Griffin

Ava whips her headover her shoulder. “That’s three words.”

“Deal with it.” I reach into my briefs. My eyes flutter at how hard I am and sensitive to the touch. “I’m already on edge. This won’t last long. If this is...” I stop. “Is this your first time?”

“Yeah,” she says sharply. “Happy?”

“Happy is too tame. There’s not a word to define how feral I am to fuck your virgin ass.”

I pop open the lube and then spread her ass cheeks, squeezing a bountiful load onto her precious hole.

Ava shivers. “That’s cold.”

I should have warned her, but I rub the lube into her entire hole. “Better?”

She moans instead of answering me.

“And don’t youeverwax this cunt or your ass.” I developed a kink for how she feels against my balls. It feels like I’m fucking a fur coat. “I love you natural, siren.”

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