592 F*** The Rules (1)

**Some Time Ago**

Generating thin bursts of BlackFire from the soles of his feet, Cynrik looked at the bombshell woman who was head over heels for him and resting her head against his chest like a good little wife.

"Woman, you better prepare yourself because once we get far enough away from the Mansion and to someplace comfortable, I plan on railing you till you can't walk for a week." Bringing his face close to hers and brushing his nose against Selene's, Cynrik's eyes trailed down to the deep, plunging neckline of the sexy dress his woman had been wearing for some time now. 

"I was wondering why you said fuck the rules, oh, darling, I have waited for far too long, take me, ravish me, mark me with your warm seed until no other man can stand being around me without jealousy feeding their ego." 

"Good answer, Ma Petite," Cynrik said as he leaned forward and kissed his woman tenderly, to which she reciprocated with haste.