Not that I’d let anyone else get a hard look at her.
This woman belongs to me now.
I’m gawking. My mouth hangs open like a teenage boy’s, and I realize I’m just about to bust in my pants as I fantasize about everything I could do to her.
She bites her lower lip at me, sending me into a frenzy.
I want to take her right here. Snatch her trench coat off and fuck her until she can’t even think straight. Her perfect hair and makeup would be a total mess, and her sweet, pure pussy would be dripping with my cum.
She quivers as I reach beneath her coat and run my hand up her leg. So smooth, so warm, inviting me to find and finger her sex.
Her eyes are so innocent. If she only knew the vile thoughts that were swimming around in my mind, she’d have tried a lot harder to run. Or maybe she’d think about kneeing me in the balls to get me off her.
But then again, if she didn’t want this, she’d be screaming bloody murder. Instead, she just looks at me like she’s waiting for what comes next.
My fingers move up, seeking more warmth. And as I gently caress her thigh, I feel the slickness of her arousal dripping down from her delicious cunt.
Her hips buck forward a fraction of an inch before she catches herself and slaps my hand away. “I can’t.”
“You can’t?!” I growl, letting my hunger for her show in my gaze. “You ran, sweetheart. You made me chase—"
“I’m serious,” she whimpers, turning her gleaming green eyes from me. “Please…”
My eyes fix on her. I’ve never wanted anything like I want her. I need her. And not just for a few minutes. Forever.
She jerks away and takes off again, running off into the dark. Every muscle in my body is screaming to chase after her, but I don’t.
I just stand there and listen to the sound of her heels on the pavement echoing into the night as she vanishes into the shadows.
“Fuck.”
Next time.
I let her get away from me, but next time will be different.
Next time she’ll be mine.
2
AVA
My lungs burnand my legs scream as I race through the streets, my heart pounding like it’s about to explode.
Racing away from the man who held me tight, pressed me up against the wall, and gazed into my eyes with such fierce intensity.
Racing back to my husband…
I’m about to collapse as I burst through the door, fighting to get myself together as Berry looks up from the couch, one eye cocked with suspicion.
“The hell’s wrong with you?”
“Me? Nothing,” I stammer, smoothing my coat. I have to get up to my room immediately. Change into some clothes.
“You want to join us?” My husband says in a sultry tone. I turn and see two women in lingerie sit down beside him, fawning all over him like he’s a movie star—paid to, no doubt.
Berry Cooper, the man my father married me off to so he could further his business interests. Wealthy, successful, and a total scumbag.
Like a devil, he flashes his capped teeth at me.
