Chapter 3: Mack

I was feeling a little odd. My own place was two doors away and I hadn't even realised that I had a neighbour. I took my jacket off and put it on the chair.

"Thank you again," she said, standing close to me. I inhaled sharply, aware of the fact that I wanted to take her to my bed and fuck her slowly until dawn. "What would you like to drink?"

"White coffee please, and stop thanking me. It's fine. You don't have to worry about any other assholes. I hate guys like that. They don't know how to treat women, particularly a beautiful woman like you," I stated. She smiled widely and my dick twitched. This was wrong. I needed to remember that she was a victim and probably traumatised, not someone that I should be fantasising about. She went away to the kitchen to take care of the coffee. I dragged my hand through my hair, remembering my place, the undercover operation that I was supposed to be involved in.

I looked around her stylish apartment, feeling slightly tense. I shouldn't be mixing with any other residents from the complex. This was against the rules, but this evening I wasn't playing by the rules. Tonight I was just myself. Tobias Stanley, the man that was so scared that he had to function as Mack McCune.

When I heard the smash of broken glass, I was on my feet again, hurrying to see what happened.

The beautiful stranger was kneeling on the floor picking up what looked like a broken glass, muttering quiet, angry words to herself.

"Don't touch that; you might hurt yourself," I said, squatting in front of her. We both reached for the same piece and our fingers touched. An instantaneous stronger dose of heat shot down my body, igniting an already burning desire. She had soft, delicate skin and I didn't want to let go of her hand.

"I'm so clumsy tonight," she mumbled, looking at me with embarrassment. Fuck, even after the incident with that prick, I saw want and need in her eyes. This was dangerous. I lifted myself up, knowing that my cock was hard as granite-this wasn't good.

"Don't worry about it."

Her breathing was irregular and those eyes were hypnotising me, letting me know that she wanted me to ravage her slowly and with precise care. We were close to each other and I had to let her know that whatever was in her eyes wasn't a good idea, but then she moved forward and kissed me.

For a split second I was ready to push her away and tell her that she didn't want this, but a sudden craving for more stopped me. I had no fucking clue what was happening, and her lips tasted sweet as champagne and felt so unbelievably soft.

I entwined my fingers into her hair and brought her body closer. She probably felt my hardness pressed over her sex. Well, I couldn't exactly hide it. I couldn't explain this attraction, but I kept devouring her mouth, teasing her tongue until she moaned into my mouth. This woman left me breathless and I didn't want to let go of her.

Finally, I pulled back, breathing hard. She was flustered and that turned me on even more.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You aren't ready," I rasped.

"I can't be alone tonight; please don't make me be alone," she said with determination in her voice, looking broken. I dragged my hand through my hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, denying her pleasure.

She had showed up at this party because she wanted to spend a night with someone. She wanted no-strings-attached sex, like me.

Anyway, who was I to judge her? I fucking came here to release the same frustration, a longing for something else, a nagging and craving that I couldn't satisfy. I was fed up with my daily routine. That short asshole at the party acted quicker than everyone else in the room. He saw her and went straight for it, obviously not knowing how to act like a decent human being.

I couldn't deny the instant attraction, the thrill of excitement that spread in my bones. I didn't know her, but there was something about this woman that made me want her. Maybe it was her determination and that hunger for intimacy I saw in her eyes. I had no idea, but at the end of the day we both wanted the same thing.

She was my type-short, slender and probably experienced enough in the bedroom. She was so small, fitting in my chest perfectly. I smiled and couldn't wait any longer. I crushed my lips against hers, tasting her mouth and letting go of whatever resistance I held. This time my kiss started gentle, but that only lasted for a second or two, and I instantly demanded more.

"I hate wasting time, Angel, so let's just get on with this. My cock is aching for you," I said, my voice stern. It'd been a while since I let the other side of me take control. I let her see my dark desires just once, and once was enough. I didn't want to be the regular normal guy for the woman that stood in front of me. I wanted her to see the real me. It'd been two years and it was time I remembered what I truly enjoyed, and how much I needed to dominate another being.

She smelled fucking unbelievable and I wanted to take her right there, to devour her completely. Her eyes were telling me that she was ready for whatever I wanted to throw her way.

"I love the way you took control and led me out of there with a simple command."

"Want me to take control again? I asked.

"Please," she replied.

I smiled wolfishly, whilst keeping my eyes on hers. I lifted her up, so her legs were wrapped around my waist, her sex perfectly aligned over my stiff cock. She was small and weighed almost nothing. Our entrance to her bedroom was abrupt but passionate, and the rush of heat and blood through my body felt so damn good. I had no fucking idea what had gotten into me, but I wanted to thrust my cock into this stranger's wet folds. She blew my senses apart and my groin was burning like hell.