CHAPTER 7

AVA'S POV

Lisa’s plane is supposed to be in the air by now.

That’s all I can think about while Marcus has me bent over the kitchen counter.

My cheek is pressed to the cool surface. My skirt is shoved up around my waist. My panties are stretched around my knees, one side already torn from how roughly he yanked them down. He fucks me slow and deep, the kind of deliberate pace that makes me feel every thick inch of him dragging in and out. One of his hands is wrapped around the back of my neck, pinning me in place. The other grips my hip hard...