Three People. One Love Story
One a dominant woman. Another a mafia don. And the last a man with unwavering determination for perfection.
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This IS a BDSM Story. So there will be quite a lot of smut. It's also a sequel to my book 'Her Three Su...
"Sylvia! I'm waiting!" Max yelled from downstairs. "Just a minute!" I said back, and I just knew he rolled his eyes at me because this was the fifth time I had said it.
I grabbed my lipstick, applying it carefully and within the boundaries of my lip liner. Perfect. I quickly chose a purse for myself and headed downstairs.
"Damn...." Max said as soon as his eyes landed on me. I was wearing a short, black, off shoulder dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It was shimmery since we were going to a night club.
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"How do I look baby?" I asked, posing for him. "Delicious" he answered, biting his lip as his eyes ran over my legs. "Pardon?" I exclaimed, not expecting that compliment from him.
"I-I mean...beautiful. Gorgeous. Pretty like always" he blushed, awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers. I walked up to him, pecking his cheek.
"You don't look too bad yourself" I said, opening the first three buttons on his light blue shirt. He had paired it with cream coloured pants that Xavier had got him on his birthday.
A watch and a silver bracelet was what he had used as accessories. And of course, our wedding ring.
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"If Xavier was here," I leaned up, resting my hand on his now exposed chest, "He would've eaten you alive" I whispered seductively.
Maxwell gulped, taking a step back. "We should leave now. The car's ready" he said, clearing his throat before walking away.
I chuckled, following behind him. He opened the car door for me, slapping my ass as I got in. "Hey! That's my job!" I glared at him.
"You should take a break some days mistress. Besides, you're irresistible" he pecked my lips, not caring that his lips were now slightly red because of my lipstick.
I smiled, biting my lip as I sat in my seat. Max took the driver's seat, leaning over me to put my seatbelt in place.
"I could've done that" I said.
"I know. But this is more romantic" he smiled, pecking my lips again.
