“Would I be right in saying that your misinterpretation of mine and Sarah’s relationship wasn’t the only reason you were avoiding me?” There. Let’s move this conversation along, because if I wait for Ava to find the courage to speak up, I’ll be waiting forever. Enough. I flip the catch on my Rolex and slip it off my wrist, waiting.

She looks away. “Probably.”

I nod to myself. “That’s disappointing.” So what obstacle is she going to put in our way now?

Fuck it. I’m done with talking. Because I hate what she’s saying. Let me communicate with her in another way. A way that will leave no room for misunderstandings.

I seize her and get her onto the counter, moving in between her legs and slamming my mouth on hers, not giving her the chance to prepare for me. Nothing will prepare her for this. I don’t think anything can prepare me either. I hear the sound of smashing glass through the instant rush of blood to my head, my body singing, my skin blazing, my cock dripping. Just from a kiss. I reach for her arse and yank her tighter into me, my groin inadvertently pushing into her, an attempt to ease the throb.

The sounds she’s making are quiet, but the loudest I’ve ever heard. I rip myself free of our overwhelming kiss to find her eyes, my breathing shot. She’s alive with want. For me. “Let’s establish some things here,” I practically wheeze, desperate to get my mouth back on hers and my dick back in her glorious, sweet pussy. But as desperate as I am for that, I’m just as desperate for her to understand I’m figuring her out.

I slide her off the counter, feeling her legs tighten around me. “You’re a shit liar.” I drop a gentle kiss on her lips, pushing my tongue gently into her mouth. She accepts. Of course she accepts. And she moans. She moans so loudly. “You’re mine now, Ava.” No more fucking about. No more games. I grind into her, feeling her stiffen in my arms. “I’m keeping you forever.” I thrust once more, and when she responds by kissing me, I take that as a resounding yes. Yes, she’s good with that. Yes, I can keep her forever. Yes, she’s on the same page as me. Good.

Time to consummate that. “I’m going to possess every single part of you.” Mind and body. “There will be nowhere on this beautiful body that won’t have had me in it, on it, or over it.” I’ve never desired something so much. Craved it so much. Never felt this fucking dependent. It’s possessing me, and there is nothing I can do to control it. Only sate it.