Chapter 100

"Oh my god, Vance!"

His hands clamped onto my hips, a bruising, possessive grip that stole the air from my lungs. In one fluid, powerful motion, he arched my back over the cold, hard granite of the kitchen counter, bending me to his will.

My skirt was shoved up, and his mouth was on me.

"Fuck," I sobbed, my head falling back against the cabinet with a dull thud.

He growled against me, the vibratio