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Ford grabbed my hair, wrapping the long locks around his fist a couple of times before tugging my head back. I hissed from the sting, gripping the counter for support while Ford pumped in and out of me, never taking his eyes from mine as he fucked me. He was rough, and I knew I'd be sore the next day, but I didn't care. I loved the way he was fucking me.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me over and over, filling the room with the sounds of our skin slapping together and breathy moans.

“Fuck, you're so wet and tight. So fucking tight,” Ford growled.

I was seconds from coming. After a few more hard thrusts, I cried out, clenching around Ford's thick shaft. I forced myself to keep my eyes on his as I shuddered with my climax.

“Good girl,” Ford praised, grunting as he continued to pound relentlessly into me. Then he came with a roar, gripping my hips tightly as he stiffened behind me.

Once he caught his breath, Ford pulled out of me and tossed the condom in the trash before zipping up his pants. “I need a cigarette after that,” he said, turning around to unlock the door.

I chuckled as I composed myself, straightening my dress and smoothing out my hair before following Ford out the door.

As if nothing had happened, we went back to our seats at the bar, and Ford offered me a cigarette. I was a social smoker, so I took it and put it to my lips as he sparked his lighter and lit the end. He did the same for himself, then took a long drag. “Apache will kill me if he finds out what we just did.”

The corner of my lips curved up. “I won't tell if you won't,” I repeated his line from earlier.

He let out a gruff laugh and took another drag of his cigarette. “What's your name, kid?”

Rolling my eyes, I let out an exasperated sigh. “I'm not a kid. And my name is Dixyn.”

“Dixyn. I like that.” He gave me that panty-melting smile of his. “Too bad you're Forsaken. And young enough to be my kid.”

I shook my head. “How old are you anyway?”

He scoffed. “Old enough to know better.”

When I arched a brow and continued to stare at him, he finally answered, “Thirty-eight.”

Damn, I knew he was older, but not sixteen years older. He didn't look it. “I think I need another drink.”

“You and me both, kitten.” He signaled for another round. “A lot more drinks.”

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