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“You like blondes, don’t you, André?” He moves closer, sandwiching me against the wall. “Admit it. When you saw me out there, you were tempted… tempted to fuck me seconds before you figured out my real identity.”
His throat works as he swallows. “Dressed like this, you're the hottest bitch in this place. But my naturally beautiful wife, she’s the one I want.”
“Liar.” I laugh softly, rubbing my hand over his strained zipper. “Your dick says otherwise.”
His hands fly to my face, securing me in place. Quick breaths caress my cheeks, our eyes lock, and a cosmic shift cracks open the vows I’d made under duress.
“Every husband wishes for a mistress,” I whisper, gripping his bulge hard. “Let me be your fantasy, too.”
This blistering, heart-pounding attraction isn’t simply lust, it’s fate. Our fate. His and mine.
Harsh lips descend, punishing in their force as they smash onto mine. Our frantic kiss tastes of peppermint and liquor. His entire deific physique pins me to the mosaic tiles. This monster of a man hunts sanity in control. He bites and sucks, groans into my open mouth, and gropes each breast like I’m the first woman he’s ever touched. It’s pent-up fire, manic and salacious. The air is hot and heavy, so full of sexual stimuli that I could scream.
“Fuck, I need you, Sin.” His foreign timbre is drenched in lust.
I grab the lapels of his jacket and drag it from his broad shoulders, panting as he rears back to free his tattooed arms from the sleeves. Then his hands are on me again. His mouth claims my lips and his slick tongue dives past my teeth. We kiss harder, deeper, and dirtier. Both of us needing to smother ourselves in the other's cum, saliva, sweat, and illicit shadows.
Our heart-stopping fight mimics caged animals, him yanking at my top to bite my engorged nipples, and me unzipping his jeans for access to his dick. We claw and scrape at each other on a mission to fuck or destroy—both options viable.
My vicious grip circles the hot thickness of his shaft. I writhe against his thigh, rubbing myself on the strength of his taut quad muscles.
It’s anarchy in lust.
Fiery agony entwined with bliss.
With twisting, strangling strokes, I make him pant and growl. Shivers tingle all over me. My fingers slip over the damp tip to moisten the friction.
When he rolls a nipple between his fingers, I moan, my thick hungry noises flaming the craziness in my veins. But the instant he bites them, one after the other, mania threatens a blackout, and my recklessness takes over.
Together we’re combustible. This is the rush I crave. The high he’ll never forget. The lesson he’s going to learn.
“Do you want to fuck your horny little mistress in the toilets, Dré?” My words are breathless.
With as much power and painful restraint as I can muster, I shunt him backward. He stumbles, his velvety dick assaulting his abdomen, and his chest bursting with every rushed breath.
In the brief moment of his stunned confusion, I swoop down and grab his biker jacket from the worn tiles and lurch for the door. “If you want me—work for it.”
And then I run.
34
ANDRÉ
I’m an island.
And my soul is a relentless, briny ocean where foaming waves shipwreck every woman and their intentions to contain me.
Impenetrable seaworthy emotions cut through the dark sea waters without attachment. Diving beneath a haphazard surface as a sharp-toothed predator, denying conformity, laughing at fidelity, and hunting for fun.
That was before my wife.
Before she entered the shadowy depths to dredge up a past I’d let the tides tug me away from. The woman has harpooned my focus and attention, speared my sea dog heart, and dragged me deeper into the unknown.
Her proximity is a widespread net, sprawling near and far. As a pair, we don’t create life rafts or buoyancy aids to rescue each other. No, we spike chaos, turning the water into a boiling, red-hot mess.
And this time, she’s sailed straight for the rocks and I’m going to fucking eat her alive.
By the time I’ve zipped up my jeans, stumbled out of the bathroom, and knocked every fucker out of my path, I’m beyond hungry—starved—malnourished. Off the charts horny.
