CHAPTER 1
*Slap. Slap. Slap.*
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the marble kitchen, a rhythmic, wet noise that seemed loud enough to wake the dead. I was pressed flat against the cold granite countertop, my legs wrapped tightly around Charles’s waist, my heels digging into the small of his back.
"Oh god... *ah!*" I gasped, my head tossing back, my hair splayed across the stone.
"Shh," Charles groaned, his voice a low, guttural vibration against my ear. "You're too loud, Ariana. Do you want her to hear you?"
"I don't... *nnnh*... I don't care," I whimpered, though I gripped his shoulders harder, my nails sinking into the expensive fabric of his dress shirt.
He didn't slow down. If anything, the mention of his daughter seemed to fuel him. He drove into me with a brutal,
