Holy crap, I’ve never seen him look so primal.  

“Fuck that shit.” He sounds enraged; bending, he grabs me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me on the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he’s on top of me, yanking up my dress and ripping my panties off - another pair lost at the hands of Carrero. There’s no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing; he’s just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away, and he’s grinding into ...