Prologue

Do you ever wonder what kind of person you would be if no one ever fucked with you? If every single wrong done to you never occurred? I wonder about that quite often. I daydream about that woman who never had a chance and the men who made it even more impossible. I ran my hands across my body looking in front of me as If I could see my own reflection. Lifting my lingerie slightly to the curve of my hips. I turned side to side, fuck, I'm gorgeous. My body dipped and curved perfectly.

I looked over my shoulder and found him lying in bed just staring at me… with so much hunger. Violence. His hands gripping the white bed sheets. I smiled slowly as I turned to him. Mine, you are mine. I sat on the window bay, my back touching the cold glass, hair cascading over my body.

I spread myself for him. Letting him see what he craved so badly, what was his. He didn't move didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His eyes said it all.

"I didn't feel you coming to bed last night," I said softly while I ran my finger up and down the center of the fabric. "Are you thirsty?"

He gripped the sheets tighter but did not move an inch. So, I tugged on the side of my panties and exposed the flesh he desperately wanted. His eyes darkened and his breathing grew ragged. I loved toying with him.

"Is this what you want?" I breathed and positioned myself closer to the edge of the bay. "Drink."

He moved so quickly, already on his knees as he groaned into my pussy lips. I rolled my head back and gripped his hair, pressing him tighter into me while he drank me, drank me so ravenously. His fingers gripping my ass and lifting me higher to his mouth. I ground myself against that fucking mouth of his, against his tongue, as he ate as he drank all of me. I whimpered, I felt so good I wanted to cry.

"I can taste myself on you Elaine," he groaned.

FUCK. My breathing grew rapid. I think I moaned and shrieked at the same time as he moved his hands to spread my thighs further apart. He moved my fingers that were tugging the thin fabric to the side, and he ripped it. I am going to fucking cum. He sucked my lips and ran his tongue hard against my clit. I bit my lips trying to hide my orgasm, but my pussy started contracting under his mouth. He just buried his face deeper in me as I loosened my grip on his hair. He looked up at me, still hungry. His.

I looked down at him and I lowered my leg between his thighs. I felt his hard on with my foot and bit my lip. How did I end up with this man. My body reacts to him with the slightest touch… like I was made for him.

"Please Elaine," he begged me. It wasn't always like this. My cruel husband… I turned around and kneeled against the bay.

This man that brought me so much pain. Why can't I get enough of his cock? He rose to his feet holding his hard on in his hands, stroking it while I looked back at him. My ass in the air, I used my hands to spread my cheeks for him. "Use me," I whispered.

He groaned, rubbing his cock against my wetness, back and forth. The tip of his cock rubbing against my clit. I whimpered. I wanted him.

"Say my fucking name Elaine." I stared at him opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He teased me rubbing himself against my entrance.

"Say it," he balled my hair up in his fist. I lowered my ass down on him, but he pulled back. He yanked my body back, my ear against his lips. "I fucking love you woman…" he growled.

His name came out of my mouth like a guttural moan. He shoved me back against the window and gave me a little taste, just a little. I needed more of him.

His voice was demanding now, he ground his teeth, "Again Elaine, say it, fucking say it!"

I breathed his name; it was barely a whisper; I was breaking. How did I get here?

He buried himself inside me. Over and over.