The moment that Christopher slammed the doors fully shut behind them, something inside Vivian snapped.
She lunged at him, crawling into the backseat like a woman possessed, like every fear, every sob, every ounce of pain in her chest had nowhere else to go but straight through him. She yanked at his collar, dragged him into the back with her, and the second he shut the door, she shoved him down on the seat.
She didn’t speak.
She didn’t ask.
She took.
Vivian climbed onto his lap, her knees bracing against the leather, her soaked panties pressing into the thick bulge under his jeans. Her mouth crashed into his, wild and messy, tongue demanding, teeth dragging over his lip like she wanted to rip the sanity out of him.
Christopher groaned, already rock hard, his hands gripping her hips,
