Page 79 of The Woman on the Jury

My eyelids fluttered open, watching him through hazy eyes, seeing his brows drawn together. Like he was confused. Like something didn’t make sense.

Not, it seemed, as swept up in those warm, gooey sensations as I had been.

He reached for me again, but with a sort of violent desire that I shouldn’t have found appealing, but my sex ached in response as he whipped me around, then pushed me forward over the island.

The cold countertop against my heated skin sent a shiver through me as Cosimo’s hand grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed.

I heard the crinkle of the condom foil before he was moving in behind me, his hardness teasing up and down my cleft until I was writhing against him, until I was whimpering for more.

His hand grabbed my hip.

Then he was slamming inside of me.

Hard.

Deep.

Claiming each inch of me.

A ragged moan escaped me as my walls tightened around him.

There was no teasing.

No hesitation.

His hands held my hips, using them to slam me back into him as he thrust forward.

“Feel how good you’re taking me?” he said as he fucked me. Hard. Fast.Deep.

I tried to press up onto my forearms, but Cosimo’s hand left my hip to grab the back of my neck, keeping me pinned to the counter as he fucked me.

“That’s it,” he groaned as my walls got tighter and tighter, as my moans grew ragged with my need for release. “Come all over my cock,” he demanded.

And then I was, crying out as the waves tore through me, crashing over and over as he fucked me through it, dragging it out until there was nothing left, before slamming deep and coming with a curse.

I was still trying to slow my breathing when I felt him slide out of me.

I thought nothing of it.

Not when I heard the door to the garbage open and close, or even when I heard the shuffling sounds of his clothes.

It was only when I heard his footsteps moving purposefully away that I stiffened.

My eyes shot open just in time to see him making his way upstairs.

Not once did he look back at me.

The fire doused, goosebumps chased me as I stood, feeling a little unsteady and detached from my body as I found my tee, and quickly pulled it back on, suddenly needing to be covered.

I grabbed my panties, but didn’t waste a minute trying to put them on.

I just rushed to my room, leaving the half-prepped dinner spread all over the counter as I closed and locked my door, then slid slowly to the floor, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

I mean, yeah, sex.

But now that the haze of desire was gone, I had to admit that it felt really, I don’t know, detached.

Things had gone from passionate and personal to purely primal in the span of moments.

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