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Damn you, Zoe Maxwell… You screwed my body then screwed with my head, leaving me to wonder what the hell happened… Why did you run away when we had such a good thing going… Fine, I was a control freak and liked it a little rough in bed, but I never heard you complain when I was slamming you into the headboard and making you scream my name…
It’s like she’s tattooed on my soul. It’s been over ten years and I still can’t go ten minutes without her face flashing through my mind. Zoe freakin’ Maxwell, the girl who broke my heart and literally ruined me for other women. Now, I can’t even get hard without a bit of the rough stuff and my box of toys.
She said I was too controlling, in and out of bed. The truth was, I didn’t mean to be controlling, I was just afraid she’d leave me if I ever let her down. Maybe If I had been less dominant, maybe if I’d let her take control once in a while she would have never left me behind.
Now, after all these years, there she is, standing in front of me, older, hotter, sexier. I can smell her scent like a wolf smells its prey. I’m a different man now; rich, famous, confident, always in control, at least until she looks at me and I find myself melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
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PROLOG: Zoe Maxwell
“What are you doing in here?” I whispered loudly as Mark closed the door of the women’s bathroom and locked it behind him. He never spoke a word. Just smiled, roughly grabbed my ass and pulled me into him and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist. I had given him permission to do such things the moment I stepped into the role of mistress and first wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Without a word, he hiked my sapphire blue cocktail dress up to my waist and lift me onto the edge of the counter as he proceeded to have his way with me. Sex with Mark was usually all about Mark. And quite honestly, as much as I couldn’t wait for it to be over, a part of me also enjoyed the way he used me. It reminded me of a past boyfriend, one I let get away.
I knew what Mark liked. My role was to give him everything his wife didn’t, like hot sex in a public restroom while two hundred people milled around outside the door. I bit my bottom lip as his right hand forced my shoulder strap down to my elbow. He squeezed my left breast as his thumb fiercely massaged my nipple. I held my breath as he pinched my plump nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I loved the pain and pleasure, especially when the line between the two was so thinly drawn. We’d had sex several times over the past week. I was sore, but was eager to take the sex when Mark was free.
I sucked on his tongue as he ran his hand down my stomach to the wet spot between my legs. I let out a quiet gasp as he slid his hand inside my silk panties and forcefully slid two fingers inside me. I pulled my arms from the dress, allowing it to slide down and over my tits to bunch around my waist. I laced my fingers around the back of his neck just the way he liked. Mark loved to watch my tits bounce as he fucked me. I was blessed with firm, round full breasts that Mark loved to slide his manhood through. He’d left a pearl necklace on my chest many times over the last few months. It was one of his favorite things to do. Like I said, I did the things his wife would never do. That was how our relationship worked, at least for Mark.
“I couldn’t wait to have you,” he said over gusts of breath, his finger still thrusting in and out of me up to the knuckle. “When I saw you standing there… talking to Graham… so fucking sexy…”
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said. “I’m… glad… you did…” I bit my lip as he forced three fingers inside me and curled them to search for my G-spot. Little sparks of delight shot through my body when his fingertips found their target.
He playfully bit my lower lip and looked deep into my eyes. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
“Mark, we’re… in a… public restroom… this is… insane…” I gasped as he pinched and held both my nipples firmly.
He growled in my ear. “Spread your legs… Now…”
There was an edge to his voice that made me blink. Something dangerous, something I’d never heard before. I put my hands on the edge of the counter behind me and spread my legs as Mark pushed my shoulders back toward the mirror.
“Good girl.” He smiled as he let go of my nipples, releasing them finally from the vice of his fingertips. I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t even notice when Mark had unzipped his pants to expose himself. Before I had time to take another breath, he pushed aside the crotch of my soaked panties and thrust inside me until he go inside no further. I could feel my opening spreading to accommodate his girth. His sizable cock was Mark’s best attribute. It was a pity that endurance didn’t come with size.
With an intensity that I had not seen from him before, Mark dug his fingers into my ass and started thrusting in and out with such force I thought for sure the people on the other side of the door would hear our grunts and groans. A few more forceful thrusts and he came to a dead stop as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the pulsating of his cock with each wave. And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. That was usually where things ended, but tonight Mark didn’t stop pleasuring me just because he had shot his load. To my astonishment and delight, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips; a good, long, deep, passionate kiss between lovers. His cock slid out of me, but was quickly replaced by his fingers.