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Prologue

"She's far from sane, but she's the right kind of crazy, the kind you get addicted to" - J Iron Word

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"I'm not single. I'm in a long term relationship with action, adventure, and fun." - Author Unknown

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We weren't supposed to fall for each other.

It was supposed to be just sex.

You were supposed to stay there.

I was supposed to stay here.

How did this happen?

I love you.

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There she lay perched on the all black leathered lounger. Her body relaxed as she soaked in the nights calm breeze, the stars twinkled above her, winking. She was naked. She was carefree. And currently? She was basking in it and all of her glory. Her left leg was propped up slightly bent while the other lay flat. Her perfectly matte white painted toes mesmerized her along with the stars. Her thick thighs slightly parted as she dragged her left hand slowly down to her torso, feeling her latest creations. Wincing, she felt the indents that still lay on her hips as she traveled up her body to her chest where beautifully dark and large bites presented themselves. Slowly her hand trailed up to her neck as she felt where his hands just were moments ago, but she stops, slowly she dug her long manicured matte white stiletto nails into her flesh as she shook at the memory. Her right hand slowly drags a lit cigarette to her mouth to pull on the nicotine while her hand leaves her neck and lightly strokes her hair.

There he stood. Behind her. A smile worthy of the gods. He couldn't have been more satisfied with the work he had done. His artwork plastered along the beautiful woman's body as he admired her complexion. His thoughts raced as he felt himself stir in his loose fitting grey sweatpants. Fuck... Was all he could think about. Slowly he made his way over to her, hands in his pockets as he leaned over her from behind, leaving small kisses down her neck.

To her they felt like fire.

His tongue slyly shot out to dance along her flesh, his teeth lightly nipping as his lips finally found the perfect spot in the crook of her neck to leave another dark mark. Pulling away slowly, his mouth leaving with a loud pop. She leaned forward, he crept behind her. Positioning himself in the chair as he placed his left leg in the same position as hers and his right intertwined with her own. A devious smile plastered on his face as one arm wound around her body, pulling her deliciously close to him. The other found the cigarette as he brought her hand to his lips, taking a pull, being sure to rub his lips on her fingers slowly. He wanted another round.

Her body lit up in flames as she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it. Her hips wound slowly to stir his already semi hard member to full erect life.

"I thought I broke your hips, miss?" His beautifully sculpted face was playful as he held a boyish grin on his lips. He received a slight chuckle from the woman in front of him.

"Just shut up and fuck me again." Her voice dripped in lust as she flung the now dead cigarette over her balcony that over looked the city. New York's skyline was something she loved to watch as he bent her over and took her roughly from behind. He chuckled as he gripped a fist full of her hair, yanking her head backwards for him to stare deeply into her sultry hazel eyes.

"Oh kitten... I think you may have forgotten who gives the demands around here." His voice was full of lust and dominance as he raked a skillful hand down her slender neck before locking it tightly around her, the other hand stayed tightly wrapped in her hair as his lips descended and claimed her bruised and swollen ones.

Their lips moved in sync as their tongues danced and fought off a battle known as dominance. Breathlessly, she shot a hand up to push his face away, her core was hot with desire for him once more. Leaning in closely she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, but sexual enough for him to groan as she took his bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes pouring into his dark, deep brown irises.

"Maybe you need to remind me..."