Chapter 1: The Escape
Ashley adjusted the rearview mirror, her crimson lips curling into a wicked smirk as she caught a glimpse of Kyle in the passenger seat. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a dangerous game they’d been playing for weeks. Her son Jake’s bully, the boy who tormented him daily, was now the object of her darkest desires. She’d confronted Kyle once, intending to put him in his place, but instead, she’d found herself pinned against a wall, his raw energy igniting something feral in her. Now, she craved more—more of his dominance, more of that thrill.
‘So, Mrs. Carter,’ Kyle drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he leaned back, one arm slung casually over the seat. ‘You really ditched your pathetic little boy for me this weekend? That’s cold.’
Ashley’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the hum of the engine. ‘Jake’s a whiny little shit, Kyle. You know that. He could use a weekend to toughen up without Mommy holding his hand. Besides, I’ve got better things to do.’ Her eyes flicked to him, dark and suggestive. ‘Or should I say, better *people* to do.’
Kyle grinned, a predator’s smile, his gaze raking over her. She’d dressed for the occasion—a tight black dress that hugged every curve, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs. ‘Damn, you’re one twisted bitch. I like that. Bet Jake would cry if he knew his mom was my personal slut for the next two days.’
‘Let him cry,’ Ashley shot back, her voice low and venomous. ‘He’s useless. You, on the other hand…’ She reached over, her hand brushing against his thigh, fingers teasingly close to the bulge in his jeans. ‘You’ve got something worth my time.’
They pulled up to the secluded Airbnb, a modern cabin tucked away in the woods, perfect for their illicit escape. Ashley stepped out, her heels clicking on the gravel, and popped the trunk to reveal a suitcase packed with nothing but lace, leather, and sheer fabric—her arsenal of seduction. Kyle whistled low, grabbing the bag. ‘Fuck, you’re not playing around, are you?’
‘Never,’ she purred, leading him inside. The cabin was all glass and wood, intimate and isolated. She turned to him, her hands on her hips, chest thrust forward. ‘Here’s the deal, Kyle. I’m yours this weekend. Whenever, however. No rules, no limits. You want me? Take me.’
His eyes darkened, a hungry glint flashing as he stepped closer, towering over her. ‘You’re gonna regret giving me that kind of power, Mrs. Carter.’
‘Try me,’ she challenged, her voice a sultry dare. She backed up against the kitchen counter, her dress riding up to reveal the edge of a lace thong. Kyle closed the distance, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, pulling her against him. She could feel him already, hard and pressing into her, a promise of what was to come.
‘You’ve got no idea how much I’ve wanted to wreck you again,’ he growled, his breath hot against her neck. ‘Gonna make you scream louder than last time.’
Ashley tilted her head back, a smirk playing on her lips as she wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. ‘Big talk, kid. Let’s see if that cock of yours can back it up.’
His hands slid under her dress, fingers digging into her ass as he lifted her onto the counter, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. She tugged at his shirt, impatient, her nails raking down his chest. ‘Don’t make me wait, Kyle. I’m already wet just thinking about how you’re gonna stretch me out.’
He chuckled, dark and dangerous, as he unzipped his jeans, freeing himself. Her breath hitched at the sight—thick, hard, and ready to ruin her. This was just the beginning, and she knew the weekend would only get filthier from here.
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