CHAPTER FORTY ONE
AVA’S POV
I felt like jelly under his lips as he kissed me back with a ferocity I’d only dreamed of. I thought he’d pull away but he doesn’t. Instead, he kissed me harder, almost as though I was bane of his existence. Maybe he wanted what I craved. That was why it wasn’t hard for me to say the next piece of words that slipped off my tongue when we paused to take a breath.
“I want you to f**k me, Tristan,” I whispered, my chest rising and falling in rhythm to the anticipation coiled in every nerve in my body. The thought had been punishing me through the entire night, especially everytime I felt his eyes caressing my body. He should be the last person I think of in such dirty ways but I couldn’t help. Especially when I saw him with that woman and he was smiling. I had
