Page 85 of Brutal Collateral

“Fuck off,” I say anyway for mocking my comfy cotton panty.

“I’m free and you’re fairly naked.” He unravels his tie. “Is that what it will take to get you to behave?”

Yes...

“Will that calm your urge to kill? My cock ringing orgasms out of you, making you breathless and boneless? Is that what you need, siren?”

Siren: Alluring and powerful, but also something that must be tamed.

I lick my lips, not wanting to be stifled in satin and tulle right now. “I don’t need to try this on. If this is what you want me to wear, buy it.” I bend down and gather my clothes to leave.

But he stops me and pushes his groin against my ass. “Since we agree this will only be for six months, why not make it a spectacular six months?” He leans in and breathes against the shell of my ear. “I never forgot your tight cunt.”

Next, he’s sliding down my panty.

“Stop, we can’t do this. Not here.”

“I can do anything I want. Anywhere. And you’re going to be my wife.” His hand goes to his trousers like he plans to fuck me right here, right now.

“You... You heard me tell that doctor, I’m not on birth control,” I mutter, stepping back.

“You weren’t that night, either, I remember.” He used a condom. A ten-pack, heconvenientlyhad on him.

“I’ve been—”

Griffin stops me with soft lips on my forehead. “I know. You were held captive.”

“Are you asking me if I want to fool around until we get a divorce?”

“Fool around?” he laughs. “Ava, I want to bury myself so deep inside you and fuck you until your juices are drenching my balls and you’re screaming my name.”

My core tightens and the room starts to spin. “If I say no, will you go fuck someone else?”

“This... Open for me.” He rests the heel of his hand between my legs. “Is something I wasn’t able to forget. So no, I won’t fuck someone else. I won’t be that kind of mob boss husband.” He brushes his hand over my mound. “You were just asnaturalthen as you are now. And you know what?”

“What?” I ask.

“I fucking loved it.”

“Good. Waxing hurts.”

How can I tell him I haven’t slept with anyone since him? He’ll twist that into some kind of pride and force my submission. I’m so close to caving, though.

“This isn’t a good idea.”

Griffin stares down at me, his eyes brooding with lust. “Fine. Get dressed.” He leaves, taking one of the ugly gowns with him.

Tears prick my eyes, and I feel sorry for myself. It’s my damn wedding and I didn’t even get to pick my own dress.

But there may not be a wedding anyway.

Now, Iwantto kill him.

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