Chapter 1: The Beginning Of It All

I giggled softly. “C'mon Max, I'm going to be late if you don't let me go,”

“Fuck… babe, I don't want you to leave,” His husky whisper brushed against my ear, his teeth grazing it teasingly.

Max held onto my waist from behind, reluctant to let go as he started trailing soft wet kisses down the side of my neck.

“Max…” I sighed breathlessly, leaning more into his embrace, my ass softly grinding against his hard bulge.

“Mmmmm… yes… just the way I like it,” he groaned in pure satisfaction.

I quickly caught myself and wriggled out of his arms. My pulse was already quickening. “Lilian is going to kill me if I'm late for her dress fitting.” I said, keeping some safe distance between me and Max before I got lost in him again.

“But I'm not going to work today and would have loved to spend the day with my queen. Can't you tell her something came up?” he more like demanded with that smoldering voice that somehow finds a way to make my heart skip and my thighs clench with need.

I don't understand the power behind that voice, but it makes me want to obey him.

No. Not today.

Lilian would have my neck this time.

“Max darling, I will be back before your boner goes down,” I teased as I picked up my purse and made to run for the door.

But In the next second, I felt a strong hand pull me back and my face landed flush on hard muscles.

Max cupped my chin tilting my face to stare up to his light brown eyes, desire oozing from them.

“Lilian can wait,” he growled, then took my hand and slowly glide it to where his bulge was sitting perfectly in his pants. Hard as fuck. At my touch, I felt it twitch and Max inhaled sharply. “But this can't wait.”

With that, he leaned down, his 6ft towering slightly over my 5ft 6, as he crushed his lips against mine.

I gasped, my free hand clinging onto his blonde hair while my second hand worked tirelessly molding his hard erection.

“Maris…” he breathed my name like a prayer, his hips arching forward into my hand.

I applied more pressure on his shaft and Max let out a deep groan as he scooped me off the ground, my legs on either side of his waist.

He didn't break the kiss, instead it became more fierce, raw, possessive like he couldn't get enough. Like this might be his last.

“Max…”

He pinned me to the wall, my legs still hooked around his waist. My chest rose and fell as his fingers trailed my shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button.

The fabric parted, cool air brushing my skin as my lacy bra came into view. His eyes darkened, and I shivered under his gaze.

His hand cupped my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple lightly, teasingly, I couldn't help but draw in a sharp inhale. My core throbbed, slick with need, my panties already soaked, my body screaming for him.

“Max please…”

He hastily unbuckled his belt, then pushed my skirt up to my waist. His hands trailed my thighs gently until it finally settled on my core. 

His fingers slid beneath my panties, pushing them aside, and he groaned at how hot, wet and ready I was.

One finger slipped inside me, testing, then he slid another, pumping fast and hard. My head fell back, my moans escalating as he drove me to the edge, my body trembling on the brink of release.

But before I could hit my climax, Max withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick, hard length of his cock, thrusting deep in one swift motion. 

I gasped, my breath stolen, my walls clenching around him. “Amaris,” he grunted, voice raw with need, as he rammed into me, each thrust relentless, claiming. My nails dug into his shoulders, my screams filling the air as the pressure built, unbearable and exquisite.

“Oh Max… yes…yes…yes… please don't stop…please…..”

I screamed loudly, my legs shaking violently as my orgasm crashed through me.

But Max wasn't done.

His thrusts grew harder, deeper, rougher, each one sending sparks through my trembling body, his hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, burying himself to the hilt. 

My eyes widened, tears of pleasure glistening on them, my pussy clenched tightly around him as another wave threatened to overtake me.

He growled, a low, primal sound, and I felt him shudder, his release pouring into me, hot and intense, as my own climax hit again, my body tightening around him.

He hissed, shutting his eyes.

For a moment, we stayed there, panting, his forehead resting against mine as we caught our breath. Gently, he lowered me to the floor, my legs still trembling, barely holding me up. His fingers brushed my cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his touch tender now and I leaned into his touch, still reeling. 

Reaching for his pants, he wore it quickly then dipped his hand into his pocket, he pulled out his car keys and pressed them into my hand. “Take my car,” he said, voice low but firm. “I don’t know when you last serviced yours, and I’m not risking you out there.”

I nodded, too overwhelmed to argue, my body still humming, legs trembling as I clutched the keys. He helped me fix my clothes as gently as possible and reminded me that Lilian would be waiting.

Bastard, he already got what he wanted. I don't know how I got married to a man with an insatiable hunger for sex.

He grinned at me as if reading my mind and I rolled my eyes at him, heading for the door.

I could feel his domineering presence behind me but I didn't turn till I got to the car.

“Drive safe,” he called out and I turned quickly, for a second, I thought I caught something dark in his eyes. I looked at him again from inside the car but he was smiling innocently at me. I shook my head as I started the engine. I might have seen it wrong.

I honked lightly as I drove out of the parking space and headed to the location I was supposed to meet Lilian.

It's been three years of pure bliss and ecstasy since I got married to Max, I have never regretted it one bit— at least he had never given me any reason to.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up to see Lilian's name on the screen. My lips slowly curved into a bright smile.

But before I could say anything, her voice shut out of the speaker.

“Amaris, hope you're not planning to bail on me this time because I won't take it from you! Hope you're on your way and not getting your pussy fucked by Max?”

I chuckled softly. “Relax Lilian, if I don't know better, I might think you're jealous of me and my relationship with Max.”

Strangely she fell quiet.

“Hello Lilian are you there? C'mon say something you know I'm only joking. Obviously you can't be interested in Max when you're getting married. Right?” I teased, letting out a small laugh.

Still she didn't say a word.

Did I go overboard?

“Lilian, you should know when I'm joking. You're my best friend, my soul sister. Even if everyone will betray me, it's certainly not you.” I pressed, trying to get her to speak.

I know Lilian can get easily triggered, but at least she should know I was only joking.

Lilian cleared her throat. “Why are you suddenly talking about betrayal? My network only got bad for a few seconds and you're already paranoid?”

I grinned. “I thought you got angry because I suggested you were interested in my husband.”

She tsked. “When will you get here?”

I glanced over at my watch. “Uhm… I'm almost there, you will see me in 10 minutes,”

“Alright.”

The call ended almost immediately. I shook my head, dropping my phone.

My gaze shifted back to the road and caught two blinding headlights in the distance. At first, I thought nothing of it — just another vehicle. But then I realized something was wrong.

The lights weren’t slowing.

The truck wasn’t slowing.

It was coming straight at me.

My breath immediately caught in my throat.

No… no… why is it too fast…

Fear gripped me and I slammed my foot hard on the brake, but I felt the pedal sink uselessly beneath my foot — the car didn’t slow.

My chest tightened, and a hot wave of panic surged through my veins. I pressed harder, stomping, as if, if it saw my desperation, It was going to work.

 But still nothing.

“Please… please, stop!” I cried, my voice breaking as my sweaty palms slipped on the steering wheel.

The truck’s horn blared, deep and deafening, vibrating through my bones. The sound alone made me flinch.

“God… no, no, no!”

With a strong will to survive, I yanked the wheel sharply to the right. The tires screeched, and the car jolted violently, throwing me sideways. I bit down on my lip to stop a scream.

For a split second, I thought I’d escaped it.

Then it hit.

BAM!

The truck slammed into the driver’s side with brutal force. The impact sent a shockwave through my body, knocking the living breath out from my lungs. My scream tore from my throat as my car spun violently.

“Aahhh!” horror flashed before my eyes.

I tried to control the steering wheel, but my arms were shaking so badly I could barely hold on.

Then another blow.

The truck rammed into my car again, harder this time, crushing the metal of my car. My body lurched forward from the hard impact, and my forehead struck the steering wheel. 

Warmth trickled down my temple — blood.

“No… no… I don’t want to die!” I sobbed, my words barely leaving my throat.

My grip on the wheel loosened. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.

Is this… it? I wondered as I felt life slowly slipping out from me.

Please… I’m not ready…

My eyes gave in to the darkness as a sad tear trickled down the corner of my eyes.

Then silence.