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Mac lifts a hand and caresses my scar gently with the back of his fingers. “Thankfully, you are nothing like your sister. I don’t want your sister. I want you—all of you.”

I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him deep, giving him my all. Breaking the kiss, I move off him and stand next to the bed. He turns, kicking his legs off the side of the bed, probably ready to pounce if I run, but instead, I kick off my Converse while unbuckling my belt, which is holding up my jeans. Once it’s unhooked, the jeans slide right off me.

Mac grabs his shirt and discards it, showing me all his glorious tattoos. At least I know he’s a tattoo guy, so let’s hope he also likes women with tattoos.

Grabbing my long-sleeved shirt, I lift it, and when I do, I say, “You know my friend Phoenix? Well, she’s a tattoo artist.”

“Holy shit!” Mac says as I pull my shirt over my head. “That’s fucking hot. Christ, you’re fucking beautiful.” He points at my tattoo. “That’s beautiful,” he says, mesmerized.

Once I drop the shirt, he moves off the bed and reaches for me. I stand there in my bra and panties on full display. His eyes are wide as he takes in my full tattoo. As he turns me around to admire it, I explain, “When I met Phoenix, I loved her shoulder tattoo of a phoenix. I told her I wanted one, but I wanted a rising phoenix and for it to be much bigger and more detailed.”

Mac’s fingers trace the inkwork that covers my whole side. My back side is the tail, and the wing wraps around to the front of me where the head and other wing expand out—beautifully made in black, yellow, and red flames and fire.

When he still doesn’t speak, I continue, “I have scars all over from when I was taken. When I had this done, I became Sin, this badass bartender leaving behind the scared little Cindy.”

Mac circles me, and when he’s back in front of me, he smiles down at me, placing his hands on my hips.

“Damn, Sin. I’m speechless. It’s fucking so beautiful and badass. You’re perfect,” he says before mashing our bodies together, taking my mouth hard and demanding.

I grab his head, entwining my fingers in his hair.

Mac lifts me, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around him. “Now, I’m going to take what I want. Do you have a problem with that?”

I laugh. “It’s about time.”

He throws me on the bed, and I squeal in the air. Landing, I move to the center of the bed and watch him discard the rest of his clothes and grab a condom. I start to laugh when he moves to get on the bed like a tiger about ready to pounce on his prey.

Mac moves between my legs, leaning back on his shins. He grabs his massive cock, and with a smirk, he asks, “One last question. Is the red hair real, or do you dye it?”

I smile, watching him rip the foil and sleeve his cock before lowering himself above me.

I reach up, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. I answer, “It’s real,” before kissing him.

As he grips his cock, sliding it between my wet folds, he breathes, “Fuckin’ perfect,” before slamming inside of me.

I throw my head back in ecstasy, exclaiming, “Yes!!”

Mac growls, “Mine!” As he lifts my legs, it allows him to go deeper.

I move my hand, gripping my tits as he thrusts into me faster and faster.

We don’t speak. All you can hear are our grunts, moans, and the slapping of our bodies colliding.

He consumes me, and I’m lost in all my feelings and emotions. I open my eyes to see him intensely watching me. Desire and lust mixed with so much more swirl around in his eyes as he moans above me.

I grip his neck as he grips my ass, lifting me, moving me right where his cock hits my G-spot. I cry out but don’t break eye contact.

Sweat beads over his forehead. He grunts, “Fuck yeah. So fucking good.”

My orgasm is tipping the edge, and I start to chant ‘yes’ over and over again.

Mac’s thrusts become erratic, slamming harder and faster. The veins in his neck start to protrude as his body tightens. I try to hold on so we can come together, but I’m not going to last much longer.

I try to speak, but only a squeak comes out.

Mac’s face turns red. He demands, “Come! Aw, fuck, sweetie, come now!”

We both cry out as we climax at the same time.

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