“Clay,” she whimpers.

I slide the tip of my cock up and then down her sex.

Lifting my eyes to hers, seeing them dark with desire and need, I rumble, “Hold on to the counter, Mouse.”

Her fingers wrap around the edge of the marble she’s sitting on, and I slide into her with one harsh thrust. I don’t go gentle. I fuck her hard and she takes every inch of me with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. When I start to circle her clit with my thumb, the walls of her pussy begin to pulse around my cock making me see stars. “Jesus, this pussy is going to kill me.” I grab her ass with my free hand and drag her until her ass is hanging half off the counter and my cock is the only thing really keeping her up. Almost instantly she starts to come on my dick, the tight wet heat of her making my balls draw tight. After two more thrusts, I wrap my hands around her throat, tip her head back and kiss her as I come hard— so hard my knees get weak, and my vision turns black. As I come back to myself, I drag my mouth from hers and look into her pretty eyes.

For years, I did nothing but live and breathe the idea of taking down those who lead Arya to killing herself with drugs and alcohol, whether it was by putting them behind bars for the shit they had done to others or by taking away everything that they owned and loved. I thought of nothing but the satisfaction I’d feel when every last person who played a part in her demise was destroyed the same way they helped destroy her. Then this woman came along and became my new obsession. She has no idea the lengths I’ll go through to keep her. And I know that when she finds out about the kind of man I am and the things I’ve done, I’ll have to do more then pretend I’m walking away from her in order to make sure that she’s mine for good.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sounding breathless.

I touch my lips to her forehead to break our connection. “Yeah, baby.” I slowly slide out of her. “Are you?”

“Besides not being sure that I’ll be able to walk, I’m okay.” She laughs and I smile at her then grab some paper towels and clean myself up before I do the same to her. Once she’s good, I lift her off the counter then help her adjust the skirt of her dress. “I’m just going to go check my makeup.” She looks up at me, blushing and I touch her pink cheek with the tips of my fingers.

“All right.” I bend down brushing my mouth across hers, then watch her take off toward the bedroom as I tuck my shirt back in. When she comes back out a few minutes later she still looks well-fucked, but her hair is back in place and now a dark stain that looks the color of red wine is covering her swollen mouth.