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he stranger in the bathroom. My thighs were sticky, my core throbbed with a delicious soreness, an

or on the wall, I looked different, flushed, lips slightly swollen. I looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked. Gu

o a tight hug, her familiar perfume wrapping around me like a comforting blanket

little tired, but that's understandable after your breakup. Victor is...

," I lied, my

iers sparkling, live music playing softly, influential guests in designer clothes laughing over champagne. Everything

uit, his dark hair was styled now, but I remembered how it looked wet and messy from the shower. Tattoos peeked just above his colla

k tugged at the corner of his lips. My breath caught, heat flooded my face and lower. My pussy clenched involu

er the music as she pulled me forward, "this is my daugh

epped closer, extending his hand, his expression was smooth, charming

mine, warm, strong, the same hand that had slapped my ass and held me in place while he came in

wasn't lost on me,

eathy, almost guilty. I pulled my hand back too quickly, but he let his fin

met at a charity gala three months ago and it was insta

y, but inside I

told me so much about you, I'm looking forward

of my dress. Guilt clawed at my chest, I had just betrayed my mother in the worst way possible, on her weddin

t it only made the heat in my blood worse. Victor moved through the crowd like he owned it, and he probably

seized the moment. He appeared beside me near the edge of the gar

my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You cle

s is insane, I didn'

back pressed against the stone railing. One

t, screamed so prettily when you came twice." His free hand brushed my

h rush of arousal through my core. I hated how much I liked it, after y

m. Tears stung my eyes again, tears of confusion, lingerin

cking good thou

ess, stopping just short of where I was aching. "You were dri

ex still burned, but Victor had made m

lled back smoothly, the perfect picture of a charmin

gh introductions, laughed at jokes I didn't hea

ng, come home. I deleted them with shaking fingers. The pain was still there, raw and ugly,

it hallway near the staircase. He didn't speak at first, he simply backed me against the wall, his big body p

ttle pussy," he

ter I fi

I wanted to cry, desire so strong I wanted to beg, heartbreak that made me cling to him

second, his thumb stroking my clit through the la

cking lightly, careful not to leave marks where they'd show. His fingers pu

inst his hand, desperate for

Mom's voice calle

ara? Where

with a mix of terror and lingering pleasure. Victo

away. "My office on the third floor. Don

ounded the corner, smiling warml

e guest room, my mind a whirlwind. A strange, thrilling sense of power, my boy

iling, body still aching for him, t

ell was I