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Mackenzie was proud of herself, kind of. It had been over a week since she left California, and she’d managed to meet with the Bennett attorneys and work out her contract as CEO of Bennett Textiles while handling her regular job in the financial department. It was a big feat since she’d managed to do it all while battling the depression that leaving Ash the way she had was causing. She waffled back and forth between hating herself for it and knowing she did the right thing. Ash was a big, tough biker. Even before he was a biker, he was always a rough, tough guy, at least on the outside. She didn’t doubt that he could take care of himself. But there was a big part of her that just couldn’t let go of the need to protect him, and his issues with anger only served to convince her even more that he needed it. Ash let his anger rule him sometimes. It wasn’t always bad...but in this case, it could ruin his life. She wasn’t going to be responsible five years ago for his being in prison...or dead...and she still wasn’t willing to be responsible for it now. She’d just finally left the office after a long, ten-hour day. She wanted to go straight home, but as busy as she’d been since she got home from California, she hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping. She could order in...but she was out of coffee for the morning, and that was a must-have.
Mack’s apartment was only a four-block walk from the office and she never drove to work. The walk gave her time to clear her head and wind down before she got home. There was a coffee shop about two blocks before she reached her place, and that was where she stopped for the coffee beans she’d grind up for the morning. The girls behind the counter knew her well and they smiled and greeted her warmly when she walked in. Mack smiled back at them and started to step up to the counter when something out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. The platinum blonde had obviously done well for herself, undoubtedly by stealing souls. She had gotten a boob job...at least she looked like she had. Her low-cut silk blouse showed more of the DD breasts than it covered. Her hair had been to her shoulders the last time Mack saw her, but now it was long and wavy, down to her waist...extensions, probably. Her makeup looked professional and Mack knew the shoes she was wearing cost someone well over five hundred dollars.
She sat up at a high-top table, dishing with a slightly older brunette who sat on the other side. The brunette wasn’t familiar to Mack...but the blonde, she brought some of the worst memories of Mack’s life rushing to the surface. The blonde glanced over at her and smiled with her too-white, too-straight teeth. There was no recognition on her face at all, but Mack’s face must have looked odd, or frightening, because suddenly she dropped the smile and turned away. Mack’s depression morphed into anxiety and then anger...a few minutes later she found herself out on the sidewalk, trying to catch her breath and thankful that she hadn’t attacked the bitch and pulled out every one of those dark roots of hers, one by one.
“Miss? Mackenzie? Are you okay?” One of the girls from the shop had followed her outside. When Mack looked up at her she could see the blonde and the brunette through the window, looking at her like she was a crazy person. Everyone else in the shop seemed to be looking out at her as well.
“I’m okay, Lindsay,” she told the young barista. “I’m sorry...I just, I just felt sick all of a sudden.”
“Oh no! Don’t apologize. Can I get you some water or anything?”
Mack smiled at her, trying not to look at the bitch through the window. “No...I’m okay, really. I’m just going to get on home. I’ll probably see you in the morning.”
“Okay. Be careful.” Mack smiled and nodded and without allowing herself to look back through the window, and before she reached the end of the corner, the memories of that fateful night assaulted her with a vengeance and followed her home.
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It was the night before her wedding to Ash. It would be the first night she spent without him in over a year since they’d moved in together. She hadn’t wanted to be apart from him at all, but her friends and family had urged her to go along with tradition, so she’d given in. She’d had dinner with him that night and he kissed her goodbye at their door. He had a room next to the one Sledge had at the Plaza Hotel for the night. Back then she and Sledge...or Steve, as she knew him...were still best friends, and she was almost jealous that the two of them got to hang out all night and she didn’t. She tried to concentrate on the day to come and how happy she and Ash were going to be, rather than on how much she was going to miss him. But less than two minutes after he left, he was back with his sexy lips pressing into hers, and his magic hands all over her body.
“We can’t spend the night together...but nobody said we couldn’t fool around one more time before midnight, right?”
She could hardly form her words because he hadn’t taken his lips off hers, but she chuckled and said, “Well, I was trying to be good. You’re a bad influence.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I want...bad...I want my good girl to be very, very bad tonight. What do you say? One more time before you change your last name?”
His hands were moving fast and seemed to be sending jolts of electricity to every part of her body. She wasn’t even able to pretend like she was going to say no. She nodded against him and he smiled down at her wickedly and said, “I want you to scream my name so loud that the neighbors call the cops...I want to leave you screaming it out in your dreams all night, baby.”
Just his words were enough to make her body ache for him. Her heart was slamming against the inside of her chest and her blood felt like it was boiling. She could feel how badly he wanted her, pressing into her belly, threatening to rip right through his jeans. His hands were on her butt cheeks, gripping her and pulling her into him so tightly that their bodies were practically one entity. She moaned into their kiss, and that caused him to groan and run his hands up her back and underneath her shirt. His palms felt like fire against her skin...but she so badly wanted to be burned. Ash turned them around and pushed her up against the wall and the kiss went on forever. When she was lightheaded and unsure if she could hold herself up on her own two legs any longer, he bent slightly at the knees and swept her up into his arms. She squealed and giggled as he carried her through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom. He carried her over to their king-sized bed and tossed her down on it. “You know how lucky I am?” he asked her.
She smiled. “I’m the lucky one.” Before she could say anything else he dove down, almost on top of her, and his hot lips were back on hers again. They wrestled around on the bed like two high school kids, sucking on tongues, licking lips, and grinding and throbbing against each other. She slid her hand down his hard body and found the hardest spot in the front of his jeans. She rubbed him up and down, delighting in the groans and sighs that were coming from him. She gripped onto him as tightly as she could while he was still in his jeans, and his body convulsed as he brought his hips up off the bed and ground himself against the palm of her hand.
“Fuck, baby.” He reached down and pulled her hand away and then he sat up and began undressing her...slowly, one piece of clothing at a time. When she was completely naked, he groaned again. “So...fucking...lucky,” he said, before his hot mouth was suddenly on her body, kissing and licking and tasting her all over. She felt him kissing down her stomach toward her aching pussy and she flexed her hips up off the bed, spreading her legs open at the same time to give him access. She was drenched. The panties he’d just taken off her were soaked and she was already leaving a wet spot on the bed. He stopped kissing just before he made his way to her clit and ran two fingers down her slit, causing her to shudder violently. “Damn, baby...I love how wet you get for me.” She thought about saying something, but she was unable to form words. His mouth was back on her mound and she could feel the prickle of his five-o’clock shadow against her skin as well. It was all slightly overwhelming and she wondered if it would always be that good...and then she felt his tongue slide in between the folds of her hot, wet, pussy and she forgot to how to think altogether.
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Mackenzie fisted her fingers in his hair, tangling it up as she pushed his face down between her legs. Ash was plunging his tongue in and out of her hot tunnel, already sending her spiraling toward the edge of a wild orgasm. She was whimpering and moaning, urging him on with her movements as she rocked her hips up and down and rubbed her pussy against his gorgeous face. He reached up with one of his hands and found her clit. As soon as he touched it she shot up off the bed in ecstasy like she never knew existed before the first time this man touched her. He pinched, pulled, sucked, licked, and touched every piece of her until she was, in fact, screaming out his name and having an orgasm that would go down in the books as one of the best he’d ever given her. Her body shivered and shook, and she had to sit up slightly in order to fill her lungs with air. He continued to lap at her folds as her core sent spasms of delight traveling down into her pussy, down her legs, and all the way to her toes.
She finally couldn’t take his tongue any longer...it was too much, she was too overstimulated. She reached down and took his face between her hands and guided him up to her lips. They kissed deeply once again, and she licked and sucked at his lips and his tongue and his face, tasting herself and him together...it was the sexiest taste in the world. When she stopped shaking at last, she sat up, pushing him back as she did. “It’s my turn,” she said, breathlessly, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Ash grinned at her and reached up with one hand and ripped it open, letting buttons fly across the room and scatter across the floor. She giggled. “I was going to unbutton it for you.”
“Fuck it, it’s just a shirt,” he said, kissing her again. He stood up then and took off his shoes and peeled off his pants and shorts. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and as they got older, she’d noticed that he had only grown more beautiful. Sometimes she couldn’t wait to get old, just so she could find out what a sexy old man he was going to be. She imagined him with just a touch of gray at his temples and deep, sexy laugh lines around his eyes...from the years of fun they were going to have. She couldn’t wait to spend her life with this man...but right at that moment she just had a compelling urge to touch him, hold him, please him...and never, ever let him go.
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Mack pulled Ash down on the bed and pushed him onto his back. Climbing up on top of him and straddling his body with hers, she pressed her palms against the planes of his hard chest. She began to slide her hands down his chest just as he reached up and found her hard nipples with his fingers. Mack let out a groan and a gasp and then while rubbing her pussy against him, she bent over and lowered one of her breasts to his waiting mouth. She actually cried out loudly when she felt his wet tongue slide slowly around one of her nipples as then his hand wrapped itself around the full mound and he sucked as much of it as he could get into his mouth. Once he had it in between his lips, he used everything at his disposal to cause her pussy to once again become drenched, this time leaving the wet spot against his hot flesh.
She finally pulled her breast from his mouth and continued her assault of his sexy body. She tweaked and twirled his nipples between her lips and teeth before kissing her way down his six-pack abs and finally reaching the tip of his hard shaft. She licked across it, tasting how excited he was. Then she opened her mouth and began to work her tongue around his hard shaft as she sucked it in as deeply as she could take it. She felt him shudder all over each time she worked her way down to his balls, letting the tip of his cock rest in the back of her throat before releasing the suction and licking her way back up. He was groaning and squirming underneath her, his hands tangled up in her long hair, pulling so hard that it hurt. His body was tense all over after she sucked, licked, and played with him with her fingers for a while, and she knew he was on the edge of coming...but she let him decide how he wanted it and she wasn’t surprised when he began to swell in her mouth and with a loud grunt, he pulled her mouth off his cock.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus fuck, you’re so good at that.”
She looked up at him underneath her lashes and smiled. “I need you to fuck me now,” she said.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I fucking need that.” He reached down and took her underneath the arms, pulling her up on top of him. She sat straight up, and he reached up and took her breasts into his hands again. Mack pushed up on her knees and used one of her hands to guide his thick cock to her pussy before looking him in the eyes and slowly impaling herself on it. He felt so good, sliding into her inch by inch...filling her up. She knew that if she lived to be a hundred, she’d never feel anything as good as making love to Ash felt. She never wanted another man to touch her...ever. She wanted to die with him inside of her. As she slid up and down on him, he used his hands to grip onto her butt and hips, moving her up and down and flexing his hips to meet her each time. She liked watching his face. She loved hearing and seeing how much he loved to be with her. She fed off the desire, the lust, and the ecstasy in his eyes when he looked at her. He let her ride him for a while and when she felt his body begin to tense up again, he grabbed her butt and rolled her over onto her back. She opened her legs wider, wrapped them around his waist, and locked her feet behind him. Ash slid his hands underneath her butt and tipped her hips up at an angle where each time he plunged into her, he hit her G-spot and made her scream. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and he fucked her wildly until at last they were screaming out in unison as they had their last orgasms as single people...forever...together—or so they both thought.
Ash finally left...with much protest...and Mack took a shower, had a snack, and then just spent some time lying on her couch, thinking about calling him and telling him to come back. She resisted as long as she could, and she was just beginning to send him a text around midnight when there was a knock at her door. She tossed the phone on the kitchen island before rushing to the door and throwing it open with a huge smile on her face. The smile fell quickly, and as soon as she’d opened the door, she tried to close it...but it was too late.
Her boss Phil, reeking of alcohol and wearing a look that frightened her to her very core, grabbed the door and pushed it back at her...almost knocking her on her ass as he did. “What is wrong with you?” she spat at him. She should have quit her job weeks ago...the first time he touched her inappropriately. She thought going to his wife would help, but obviously it hadn’t. This was it, though, she was done. “You need to leave, right now! Ash is here, he’s in the bedroom...”
He slammed the door behind him and when he reached to lock it she felt a tremor of fear run through her like nothing she’d ever felt before. “No, you little liar, Asher is not here. He’s at the Plaza with his big thug of a friend and he’s having one hell of a good time without you. I thought about you being here...all alone...”
Mack backed up further into the living room. She was trying to get to her phone. “Phil, you don’t want to do this...” She thought she’d try to be nice, reason with him. Surely he’d have to see how wrong this was.
He smiled, and her stomach turned as his eyes roamed her body. She was in her nightclothes now, a long t-shirt and underwear. She crossed her arms over her breasts and kept backing up. “Oh yes, Mackenzie...I do want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”
Mackenzie reached the island between the living room and the kitchen and she reached back behind her, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the phone in her hand. Phil saw it and before she was able to press 911 or even Ash’s number, he dove toward her and ripped it from her hand. She opened her mouth to scream, but he immediately covered it with his hand. With his mouth pressed up against her ear he said:
“Listen to me, you little bitch. We’re doing this...and you’re going to enjoy it. You’re going to love it, and you’re not going to feel even a little bit guilty about it either.” He was lying on top of her and his hand was still covering her mouth and part of her nose, and she could hardly breathe. He slid his free hand down his side and into his pocket and she watched him pull out
his phone. “I’m going to show you something. Watch...carefully.”
He pressed a few buttons and a video appeared. He pressed play and the blonde (the one she’d just seen at the coffee shop in the present day) came into view. She was naked, at least from the waist up where Mack could see. She was sitting on her knees and the camera panned over to show what she was sitting on. Mack could taste the bile in the back of her throat. She was completely naked, and on a bed, in what looked like a nice hotel room...and she was straddling Ash. He was naked too and he had his hands on her hips. He was looking up, but not at the blonde. It was like he was there...but not really there. His eyes looked glazed over, like he was drunk...or high. The blonde was riding his cock and she looked like she was loving it.
“That girl is a good friend of mine. She’s fucking your fiancé, and in a few minutes, he’s going to come inside of her. Look closely at her neck.” The blonde had her hair tossed back and Mack could see bruises on the girl’s neck...like fingerprint bruises. She started trying to shake her head. Ash would never do that. He’d never hurt a woman. “Oh, you think he wouldn’t hurt a woman, huh? He’s such a gentleman? Whatever. He’s a fucking pussy. All it took to get him to choke her was a little bit of Ecstasy and some encouraging words. I’m sparing you the choking video...but I’d be happy to show you, if you like. That’s the one my friend Sammy there will be taking to the cops when she reports the rape.”
Mack twisted and turned and tried to buck him off. He seemed to enjoy it...and he just let her wear herself out. When she did he said, “She’ll wait until the drugs are out of his system to go to the cops, so no worries that you or he will be able to say he was drugged. When he wakes up, he won’t remember any of this, or if he does, his memories will be distorted, so in court, he won’t be able to even defend himself. He and his friend consumed a lot of alcohol earlier in the evening and there are plenty of witnesses to that. I’m going to move my hand. If you scream, I’ll bash your head into the floor until you stop, got it?” She nodded. He moved his hand, and she had to suck hard to get a breath into her lungs and it burned. With tears streaming down her face she said:
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