Page 99 of Brutal Collateral

Griffin is knocking down the door to my soul.

“Don’t you dare move,” he moans. “Take my cock like a good girl.”

Shivers snake up my spine, and I embarrassingly mewl like a cat in heat. With every slap of his thighs against the back of mine, I feel how I’m dripping all over him.

“Griffin...” I catch my breath. “The car. The leather seat.”

“I don’t give a fuck about this car. I’ll knife these seats in a heartbeat.” He squeezes my ass, his finger massaging my hole. “I’ll light it on fire if it means I can fuck you.”

With the lusty sound he makes touching me there, my orgasm slams into me. I’m throbbing and clenching and trembling. I shriek from the rush of adrenaline flooding my system. Every cell vibrates, every nerve has come alive, all of it sizzling together under my skin.

“There’s my girl. That wildcat I met seven years ago whose greedy cunt dripped for me like you are now. Guess we were destined to find each other again.”

Dizzy from the force of my climax, I just murmur, “You wish.”

“Ha,” he cackles. “That’s just waving a cape at me, sweetheart.”

With savage thrusts, he fucks me. My sensitive and swollen clit is collateral damage from this brutal fucking. My breath seizes, the pulsing deep in my core unraveling me.

“Coming again, siren?” Griffin leans forward and kisses my bare back from the sexy dress my cousins talked me into wearing. “Loving my cock? I bet I can get you to agree to anything right now.”

I want to scream yes, but I stay silent. Not that I can talk. He’s fucking the life out of me. His cock is so big, he’s rearranging my damn organs and knocking the wind from my lungs.

I feel like I’m losing consciousness at this point, my mind blanking out. I’ve hurtled into an orgasmic hiccup, and my womb won’t stop clenching.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ava, what the hell are you doing to me?” Griffin pounds into me.

This state of electric euphoria coats my entire body in a layer of cool sweat. All I can do is blabber moans and groans and yelps and yips like a squealing pig.

God this is so dirty, and I fucking love it.

Griffin cackles, “Can’t even speak, can you, siren? Don’t want my guard to know how much you’re loving my dick? How you’re getting off being fucked like a mafia boss’ whore?” He leans forward. “But I would never do this in front of my guard. I would never want to remotely tempt him. I will kill him or anyone else who touches you.”

The brutal threat deepens my pulsing, a continuous euphoria that won’t stop.

“I don’t care what the Navy said, you should have been a SEAL. A deadly machine. Now look at you. On your hands and knees in the backseat of my car, taking every inch of my cock and coming all over me. I’ve reduced you to a needy slut who begs on her hands and knees for cock.”

It’s so hot, but he’s not wrong. Every word of it.

“You didn’t reduce me to shit,” I bite back anyway, finding my voice. “I loved sex before you showed up. I fucked men in the Navy who are now SEALs.”

With restraint he says, “But I’m the one fucking you now. You’re marrying me. You aremine.”

Again, not wrong. I never would have married a fellow SEAL, had I made it.

“Christ, this is so good, Ava.” Griffin pumps me more, the entire seat drenched at this point.

The pleasure zaps me with enough electricity to goddamn kill me. The erotic teasing consumes me as I grunt and whine, my soul shattering, my mind breaking apart into a million pieces. How in the world will I function having this kind of sex regularly?

How will I allow myself to fall apart and then be put back together on a daily basis? No foundation can take that.

Griffin lets out a final howl, a roar of ecstasy. “Give me your mouth, I’m going to come.” He gets so much bigger, and his thrusts stretch me beyond my limit.

Stars explode behind my eyes.

My arms snap, I’m so weak and trembling, hard-pressed to remember my name.

Hadleigh.

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