At the party, my boyfriend just steps away, I eye Marc with a smug smile. Almost arrogant.

“You're losing your time. You’ve got no chance. No way I’m cheating on my boyfriend.”

An hour later, in an upstairs bedroom, I’m on my knees, his hands gripping my red curls.

His cock thrusts into my mouth. Hard.

“What about your boyfriend now?” he sneers, before a savage roar, unloading completely, part of his hot release dripping down my chin.

He pulls out sharply, admiring his work.

I look up at him. Anger, defiance and desire in my green eyes.