Vivian should’ve known he wasn’t going to let her get away with that.
She should’ve known the second she pulled her mouth off his aching, throbbing c**k, right before he came, that she had just sealed her fate.
And now?
She was paying for it.
Christopher grabbed her, hard, his hands digging into her thighs, lifting her like she weighed nothing before slamming her down onto a wooden chair.
The impact made her gasp, but she barely had time to react before he was shoving her legs apart, yanking her soaking panties to the side, and lining up his c**k.
His eyes were wild, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” he growled, his fingers digging into her thighs, forcing them open wider.
Vivian’s breath hitched, her heart slamming against her ribs, her entire bod
