"Get out of the fucking car, Diana."

I stare at him; my brain is screaming at me to lock the door, to honk the horn, to do anything but obey.

"No," I whisper, even though he probably can't hear me.

I shake my head aggressively, my hair brushing against the leather seat. "I'm not coming out. Go away!"

Cairo doesn't look angry. Instead, his lips curved into a smug look I don't like.

It's the kind of smile a predator gives when the victim thinks they've got a choice.

"Eden is only a minute away, Diana," he says, his voice sounding lethal and dangerous.

"If I have to break this glass and drag you out, he's gonna hear it. And then I'll have to deal with him."

Then he gets close to my ear through the window, close enough to make my body react.

"Do you really want your husband crawling before he reaches his car?"

My chest empties instantly with a panicked gasp.

I stare at him and I can see the firm promise in his eyes. I think this man can actually do what he just said.

My fingers are shaky as hell as I push the door handle to open the door.

My heart is banging so fast I feel like I'm going to pass out.

The night air gets my whole body vibrating, but his body close up gives me a little bit of warmth.

Before I can even stand up straight, his large hand wraps around my wrist.

He doesn't say a word as he starts dragging me away from the car, toward the line of trees that borders the road.

"Where are we going? Cairo, stop!" I stumble behind him, my heels sinking into the soft dirt in the woods.

"My husband is right there! He's going to see us!"

He keeps going until we're far into the woods, the streetlights spilling faint lights through the branches.

He spins me around and pulls me fast against his chest, his thumb pressing firmly against my lips to silence me.

He finally gives me a smile,a genuine smile that makes his dimple pop, like he's finally won a big prize.

"Are you enjoying this?" I ask, my lips shaking against his thumb.

"Does it make you happy to scare me like this?"

"Yes," he grunts, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "I fucking do. I told you not to leave that goddamn table, Diana. You don't listen."

"I'm married!" I fire back, trying to push against his stone-hard chest, but it's useless.

"I have a life and I have a husband! He just went in that station, Cairo. If he sees us together, he'll..."

Cairo gives me a short, dark laugh, and I can't tell if I should be scared or fascinated.

"Oh, that sounds really fun. Let him come. He'll finally learn exactly who you belong to."

Then his face goes completely still. The laughter clears out, replaced by a gaze so threatening and possessive at the same time.

"I don't want any other man close to my woman," he says, his voice dropping to a growl.

"I'm definitely gonna have to do something about this little marriage of yours."

I scoff loudly. Who the hell gave birth to this outrageous human being?

"Do you always say crazy things with so much confidence? You can't just end a marriage because you feel like it."

"I can do real crazy things if I see a male hand on you again," he whispers, leaning down until our noses are touching intimately, as if he didn't just make a threat that could end my marriage.

Or worse... end my mom's life.

I stare at him, feeling completely lost. I want to tell him again that I'm not Sienna, that he's making the biggest mistake of his life, but I can't find the words anymore.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask instead.

Cairo looks around the dark woods, then back at me, like I'm supposed to remember something.

"Look around you. Tell me what you see."

I glance at the woods. I don't see anything special around.

"I only see trees, Cairo. It's just the woods."

He nods slowly, his eyes still on me. Suddenly, he gives me a firm push.

My back hits the rough bark of a big tree with a thud that leaves me gasping.

He reaches for his neck and slowly unwinds his black satin tie, pulling it free from his collar.

My heart starts racing with pure terror. That's when I remember where I am.

I'm in the dark woods with a stranger who thinks I'm a woman from his past.

"What the hell are you doing?" I gasp.

"Fulfilling your slutty little desires," he says, stepping into my space. "Have you forgotten already?"

I tilt my head; I don't think I register what he just said.

"What are you talking about? I don't have any desires."

"First," he says, his voice sounding smoky as hell, "you asked me to fuck you silly in front of the mirror until you covered the glass with your squirt."

"Which I did for you. Over and over."

"What?!" I scream. I've never even heard of someone doing that.

"Secondly," he continues, getting even closer until I have to lean my head back against the bark, "you begged to be my little fuck toy all night. And I gave you that privilege... Diana."

He says my name like it's a new flavor he's still trying to decide if he likes.

Then he scans my face, his eyes searching for a memory that isn't even there.

"And after that... you just disappeared," he says, his jaw crushing. "You didn't even let me know you were carrying my child until you left her on my porch and ran again. Did you really think I wouldn't hunt you down?"

He stands up straight and holds the satin tie between his hands. "Hands up, Diana."

"Sorry, what?"

He reaches out and grabs my cheeks, forcing me to look up at that mischievous, dominant smirk.

"Do I need to remind you what's third on your slutty little list? Lift your hands. Now."

"No! I'm not doing that!" I yell. "You're fucking outrageous!"

Cairo steps back and laughs.

"Seems the name change came with a little defiance, huh? I love the new version of you."

Before I can protest again, he lunges forward.

He grabs both of my wrists and drags them up above my head.

I struggle, but it's like trying to fight a mountain.

He loops the satin tie around my wrists and knots them tightly to a branch above me.

I'm literally gasping, my heart thundering from a mix of shock and pure adrenaline.

"Cairo, what are you doing? Let me go!"

He brings his face inches from mine, his breath smelling like expensive vodka.

"'I want you to tie me to a tree and fuck me until my legs can't move.' That was the third thing on your list. And as always... Your wish is my command."

"No, no, no!" I shake my head, my wrists straining against the silk. "You can't do that! I never said that!"

He gives me a wicked grin. "I can't? We've done much worse together baby, and you begged for every second of it."

"I'm married!" I scream at him.

His expression changes instantly. The amusement clears out.

"I'd like you to stop mentioning that marriage to me, Diana. It's starting to fucking irritate me."

He starts reaching for the buttons of my work uniform; I try to shift away, but I'm pinned.

His fingers are surprisingly steady as he opens the first three buttons.

His hand slips inside, sliding over my skin until he finds the lace of my bra.

He slowly glides his fingers underneath, cupping my breast.

A large gulp rushes out of me. My whole body weakens.

His hands are slow, but they feel like fire.

"Tell me," he whispers, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Did your little husband ever pin you to the balcony of a building 2000ft up, and fuck you until your screams reached the clouds?"

I can't answer. My brain is turning to mush as I imagine what he's saying.

"Tell me if he's ever made you cum so hard that you begged on your knees for more," he mutters.

Then he starts running slow, wet kisses down my throat.

The vibrations of his deep voice rack through my body, weakening my knees until I'm practically no longer standing, but hanging from the branch.

I stare at him, lost in the magnetic pull I can't deny.

My heart is thundering. My skin feels too hot, like I'm running a fever, despite the night cold.

I'm scared, yet... I want him to keep touching me.

"Cairo, please..." I beg. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore.

I'm terrified that Eden will walk into the woods and find us, but I'm also terrified that Cairo might stop.

His mischievous smile returns. He drives his hands off my body and suddenly drops to one knee in front of me.

I look down at him, my hands still tied above my head, wondering what on earth he's doing.

"Well," he says, looking up at me with those predatory eyes. "Let's see how many times you scream my name before your little husband finds you."

My thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.

I should scream for help or fight him, but my body has never felt so alive. He pays so much attention to everything he does.

He dips his hands under the rim of my skirt and pushes it up, bunching the fabric around my waist.

My thighs are bare to the night air, the cold prickling my skin, making me shiver.

Then he lifts my legs, dropping them over his broad shoulders.

His face is only inches away from my pussy. That's when I realize I've been vibrating down there. And my black panty is soaked.

It doesn't make a single bit of sense.

Not even Eden has ever gotten me this wet. He hasn't even tried because he literally has never cared to.

His tongue shifts the fabric of my pants and I throw my head back, staring up at the dark night sky.

My heart is pounding so hard it could tear in two.

God, I'm married and my husband will be here any minute, yet I don't want him to stop.

What the hell am I doing?

"Cairo, this... this is so wrong. Please. We need to stop."

Before I can even finish my speech, his tongue starts licking the fabric of my panties and my heart detonates.

My hips shift back, terrified of what I'm starting to feel, but his arms grab my hips and he presses them against his face to keep me still.

He makes a slow lick from my pussy all the way up to my clit.

"Aahhh!" A moan slips out of my mouth and a surprised gasp follows it immediately.

That's when I realize I've never even made a real moan before. I bite my lips hard, forcing the sound back, but it's like trying to hold back a storm.

"God! You're soaked!" he says as he shifts the fabric of my panties aside with his tongue.

My pussy is literally breathing with arousal while he starts leaving wet kisses on my thighs.

It's maddening.

Everywhere his lips touch causes me to flinch with an urge I can't control.

His faint stubble beard prickles my skin as he starts licking my pussy again.

"Ohhh God!" I cry out, fighting the urge to hold back the moans while my fingers start twisting around the knot because I need to cover my lips.

Eden is just a few minutes away, and I can't help but wonder what happens if he gets back and doesn't find me.

I shake my head. I can't do this, and I definitely can't lose my marriage.

"Cairo, please..." I plead, my heart racing from pure arousal.

"What are you begging for, baby?" he asks, his voice exploding butterflies deep in my belly.

"I can't do this, Cairo. I don't think you understand how wrong this feels."

"Mmmmhhhp!" My speech melts into a soft moan as his tongue flickers on my clit; my body sinks into a honeyed daze of pleasure.

My thighs are shaking around his shoulders, hips dancing and chasing for his tongue.

"Diana!"

My ghost jumps out of my body the moment I hear Eden's faint voice calling out from far away.

"Cairo, stop!" I yell at him, my pulse screaming in my ears with panic.

But he looks up at me instead, those mischievous olive-gray eyes locked on mine as his two fingers now slowly glide into my pussy, totally oblivious to my warning.

"Ahhhhh," I whimper. "God! This is so wrong," I mutter, but my hips are dancing while craving his next touch.

"Diana?" Cairo calls my name, and something about his voice makes me just obey him.

"It's fucking hot when you say it like that," he says while still running his finger deep in my pussy. "I like how you pretend you don't know who this pretty little cunt belongs to."

I look down at him and I can't believe how crazy this guy really is. "You're insane!" I scream at him.

"Diana!" Eden screams from the road again and my whole body jolts.

But Cairo gives me a smirk instead, then his tongue starts circling around my clit again, his two fingers keep gliding in and out of my pussy.

My brain is in ruins; my head feels useless.

"Diana, where are you!!!" he screams again and Cairo stares at me with a smirk.

"Let him find you. Let him finally see whose little slut you are."

"He can't find me here!" I scream at him, anger and deep arousal making my blood hot.

He growls a deep laugh in between my thighs. "What if he does?"

"Cairo... I am begging you. I can't ruin my marriage," I say, hoping that he truly understands me.

"Then tell me to stop," he orders, then his lips start brushing wet kisses on my clit and my brain can't form thoughts anymore.

My thighs squeeze around him while my heart gasps for air.

"Tell me to stop, Diana, or I'll make you scream it," he says again, even when his actions are throwing me into an abyss of sweetness I don't want to recover from.

"Stop... mmmmphh."

His hands come up beneath my bra and cup my breasts again, his fingers touching my nipples until my chest explodes while arching with need.

"Cairo, I'm married... please," I beg, even when my body is dancing to his touch.

"Is that a moan, Diana?" he grunts, his breath fanning my pussy as he sucks and gently kisses every part of me.

"You keep telling me to stop but you're moaning about it, and your voice is driving me fucking insane."

He looks at me with a gaze that could melt iron.

"I don't mind pressing you to this tree and fucking you badly till it falls, and I still won't be able to stop."

God, what on earth is wrong with me?

My whole body trembles while my hair, my heart, and my belly feel like they're about to explode with release.

I rock my hips around his tongue, spreading my legs wider for him.

"Mmmh... That's my sweet girl," he chuckles, then he sucks deeper.

My brain shatters into ruins, maybe because of his words, his touch, or the fact that nobody has ever done this to me before.

"Mmmmhhh." He moans while his face is deep inside my pussy and that's when my body explodes.

My legs shake aggressively around his shoulders while every hair on my body stands, my nipples feeling so hard they actually hurt.

My belly tightens and melts with a kind of sweetness that's too good to make a single lick of sense.

The sensation leaves my body pulsing until there is nothing left but heat.

A loud moan bursts out of my lips, and it's so loud that I'm sure anyone close could hear it.

My body is totally wrecked by him and I don't want it to stop.

I stare up into the trees, totally lost, feeling the thick fluid that's slowly running out of my pussy.

"Ohhh God, Cairo!" I exhale, my chest heaving.

"You miss cumming for me, huh?" he asks while pressing soft kisses on my lower belly. It feels tingly, almost making me laugh.

He finally stands in front of me and my lips can't form any words.

He gives my whole body a slow sweep of his eyes with a satisfied smirk that tells me he's happy with what he's done.

"What the hell just happened?" I gasp, my body still shaking from the orgasm while my breath is still racing.

I can't even stand the shame of what I've done. I can feel my own juices running down my thighs like warm honey.

"Don't you fucking miss this?" he asks as his thumb lifts my cheeks intimately.

His touch is so tender a lady could melt into it without her own consent, and it's left me wondering what the hell could possibly make a lady leave a man like this.

"Diana!"

My body jolts violently as Eden's voice sounds terrifyingly close, and that's when we start hearing footsteps in the woods.

"Cairo! Untie me!" I yell into his ears.

But he doesn't do that. He just puts his hands in his pockets while looking at me and seeing how absolutely terrified I really am.

"What's so special about him that you left him for me?" he asks, but I don't even have time for his crazy confusion right now.

"Untie me!" I cry out, my fingers desperately twisting and dragging the knots, but he isn't moving.

"Cairo, please! He can't find me here. My husband is getting close. You have to let me go... please."

He smirks. "Why don't you let him find out? Does he know you're the mother of my kid?"

"Cairo!" I scream, my heart racing like a horse.

"You think this is funny, Diana?!" he snaps. "What the fuck does he give you that I can't give you!?" 

He growls the words with a voice filled with so much hurt and rage that doesn't even belong to me.

"Fucking untie me, Cairo! Please!!!"

"It's... it's not even about my husband anymore; it's about... it's about my mom."

He stills for a moment, his expression slowly changing from anger to curiosity.

My chest is pulsing with fear and I just wish he would move faster.

Then he finally lifts his hand and slowly undoes the knots.

My hands finally fall freely and I don't even waste a single second before dragging my grey skirt to cover my legs.

My hands are trembling so badly as they come up to my shirt buttons, fastening them as fast as I can.

"DIANA!"

Eden screams from behind me and my whole body shuts down with dread.

I look at my shirt and realize it's still open all the way down.