Chapter 112

EVE

I’d lost track of how many places he’d taken me in the last hour. Every time I thought it was over, and he was about to reach his climax, he pulled out, shoved his fingers back inside me, worked me until I shook, and then pushed his cock in again as if my body was just another room in his house to be walked through and claimed.

First against the wine bar, my cheek pressed to the cold wood while his hips slammed into me from behind, his fingers fisted in my hair, dragging my head back so I had to watch us in the dark glass. Then bent over the couch, my knees sinking into the cushions, while he pushed me down by the back of my neck and made me take every thrust until I was crying into the fabric. Then, on the floor, my palms scraping against the rug, my legs spread while he held my hips like a handle and pounded me, low growls spilling from his throat.

And now—now I was straddling him on the couch, my thighs quivering, slick with sweat and hi