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Somehow, I had a feeling this was just the beginning of one long, glorious night.

He lifted one leg, placing it over his shoulder before pressing the swollen tip of his cock against my pussy. As with every other action he’d taken, he wasn’t gentle, driving the entire length into me.

I heard myself gasp, but it was as if I’d been driven into a vacuum or an echo chamber. The sensations were as powerful as the man, pushing me into almost screaming out his name already. The evil woman inside of me refused him the satisfaction.

At least for now.

When I pressed both hands against his chest, he issued an intense growl that reverberated all through me. The touch was just as I’d expected, creating a wave of heat that could soon turn explosive. He pulled out, driving into me again with even more force.

I breathed through the pleasurable moment, the lack of control managing to be a powerful aphrodisiac. My mind was filled with filthy images, but he continuously brought me back to reality as he thrust harder and faster. The intensity of his stare kept my eyes locked onto his and I wanted to ask him what he was thinking.

That was as crazy as the moment.

I arched my back as much as possible, meeting every brutal thrust as best I could. There was something insanely powerful about his rough actions. He ripped my arms over my head, giving me a stern look.

“Keep them there.”

Why did I almost answer him with ‘yes, sir’?

Wilder didn’t stop, yanking my other leg over his shoulder and lifting my aching bottom off the bed. As he ground into me, going even deeper, I sensed another orgasm tickling my toes. It shot up through my core and the moment I started to scream, he covered my mouth with his. Not only did he capture the sound, he snagged the series of moans as well.

Being lost in him was incredible and I wiggled back and forth as the orgasm swept through me. I’d never been given this much bliss and I was going to ride it for as long as possible.

I could tell he was close to coming. When I squeezed my pussy muscles, he jerked back. His eyes were now hooded, his face devoid of any expression.

But dear God, even the way it was, his gaze was full of darkness.

He pumped harder, pounding into me until the headboard was banging against the wall.

As he pulled back, breaking the kiss, his breathing became even more labored. Every muscle tensed in the man and soon, he stiffened and erupted deep inside.

The heat was even more explosive, but he wasn’t finished with me. When he pulled out, I gasped as he painted my abdomen with his cream, zigging and zagging the shots of cum back and forth.

His face was pinched as he stroked the base of his cock, growling the entire time.

When I was covered with his seed, he offered a wicked grin and slipped his fingers into the thick string, rubbing through it.

As he covered my areolas, I held my breath. He was controlled with what he was doing, acting as if it was art.

The moment he was finished, I closed my eyes and lolled my head. I felt his weight as he leaned over, nibbling my ear. When he whispered, I bit my inner cheek.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Lady Butterfly. We’re just getting started.”

CHAPTER4

Four months later…

Wilder

Blood pumping.

That’s what I thought about when I ran. Other joggers used music to keep their energy flowing. I didn’t need some rock and roll to keep my feet moving. I thought about the blood pumping to my heart and every other organ. That usually led me to more heinous thoughts, providing images that would terrify anyone if they knew.

Only very few people truly knew me and I liked it that way.

My privacy and determination to remain very much alone likely kept people sane and alive.

The images floating in my mind today were those from the past.

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