Chapter 3

Clara’s POV

His two thick fingers were already buried knuckle-deep in my cunt when the real fucking started.

Marcus didn’t ease them in. He shoved them straight up into the soaked heat of me with a wet, filthy squelch that echoed in the quiet kitchen, curling them hard against that swollen spot inside that made my vision spark white.

My knees gave out. I would’ve dropped if his other arm hadn’t locked around my waist, pinning me hard against the edge of the island while he kept sucking on my nipple like he was trying to pull it off.

“Fuck—Marcus—”

The name tore out of me, broken and...