The sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway was like a gunshot in the quiet bedroom.I froze on the bed, my wrists pinned in David’s heavy grip, his chest pressed flat against my back. He had been right in the middle of a slow, punishing rhythm, filling me so completely that my vision was still blurry from the heat of it.Six o'clock. My mind scrambled to process the time. It couldn't be. Mark wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours."David," I choked out, a cold spike of panic piercing through the haze of my arousal. "David, stop. He's back. His truck"David didn't pull out. If anything, his grip on my wrists tightened, his knuckles grinding into the mattress. His jaw set, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he listened to the heavy thud of the truck door slamming shut downstairs."Let him come," David muttered, his voice a dark, rough vibration against my neck. He drove his hips forward, a short, brutal thrust that made me gasp despite the terror flooding my veins. "Le
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