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“Absolutely, boss.” He struts away, lighting a cigarette, Gus following.

“On your hands and knees, siren.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Ava

Griffin flips me overand pushes my legs apart. “I’ll ruin you the way you ruined me.” His soft facial stubble scrapes down my neck, striking a match to my heart.

I push away the hurt that Griffin flipping me over suggests he doesn’t want to look at me, but I love sex from behind. Not having much room, my right hip presses against the backseat.

“You’re doing this here for a reason.” I push my ass at him.

Pulling my hair, he says, “Because we have a bed you’ve divided with a fucking clown.”

“You’re not home at night, so what does it matter?”

Griffin growls, “Looks like I have to change that.”

He pushes my dress up and over my hips, positioning my ass higher in the air. Thick fingers drag my soaked panty to the side.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” Griffin warns, low and throaty, fingering my slit. “I’ll pull out.”

Head fuzzy with lust, I don’t have a chance to respond when the next thing I feel is his massive cock pushed inside me to the hilt in one swift thrust.

“Christ,” he murmurs. “Fuck, that’s too good.”

He slides out, inch by torturous inch, and the emptiness has me wanting to weep.

“Since I can’t come inside you, I’ll come in your mouth.”

It’s so filthy, but I’m burning with more passion than I ever felt. I’m on the brink, close to my limit.

“You are so fucking wet for me. Look at you dripping all over the damn seat. You’re making me crazy, Ava, I can’t even wait to get home to fuck you. You’re gonna pay for this.” He drives back inside me and starts fucking me in a punishing rhythm. “God, you look so sexy getting fucked with your high heels still on.”

Inside the shoes that are killing my feet, I curl my toes and push the tips into the seat to keep steady with this battering ram pounding into me.

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