Chapter 360. Let’s Mark Today As The Anniversary Where Maya Become My Bitch!**

Chapter 360: 360. Let’s Mark Today As The Anniversary Where Maya Become My Bitch!**

The room echoed with Mike’s booming, triumphant laughter. It was a rough, mocking sound that cut through the post-orgasmic haze clinging to Maya’s senses.

He collapsed partially onto her back, his chest heaving against her sweat-slicked skin, his cock still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.

"Oh man~" Mike wheezed through his laughter, shaking his head as he looked at the discarded phone on the nightstand. "That was an absolutely awful way to end that call, Maya."

"Real smooth." He rolled off her slightly to look at her face, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "That Marc guy... he’s a real pain in the ass, huh?"

"Always hovering, always asking questions."

Maya lay sprawled across the sheets, her limbs feeling like liquid. Her hair was matted with sweat, her lips swollen, and her heart was still hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

The adrenaline from the betrayal was still coursing through her veins.

"It’s fine... hahh... it’s fine, isn’t it?" she panted, turning her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused. "I couldn’t help it, Mike..."

"I just needed to... nnnngh... I needed to cum... I needed you."

Her mind was still racing, a frantic whisper beneath the surface of her exhaustion. ’I know he’s going to suspect something...’

’That last excuse was pathetic, so weak...’

’He’s going to wonder why I sounded so wrecked, why I hung up so fast...’

’But god, I couldn’t take it anymore... The tension was eating me alive from the inside out.’

Mike’s smirk deepened. He didn’t care about her guilt; he fed on it.

He reached down, his large hands gripping her hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Is that right?" he growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. "So you’re saying you couldn’t wait?"

"That you needed to be fucked right there while you were lying to his face?"

Without warning, he drove upward again.

SHHHLLUCK!

The sudden intrusion made Maya gasp, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"You got off on it, didn’t you?" Mike provoked, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate grind that made her cunt clench around him. "You got turned on knowing he was right there, listening to you lie while I was stretching you out."

Maya couldn’t deny it. The admission felt like surrendering a piece of her soul, but the truth was more intoxicating than any lie.

"Yes!" she cried out, the word breaking into a moan as he hit her G spot again. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

"It made me so excited, Mike! The risk... the lying... hearing him talk about our future while you were destroying me... it was... AAAAAHHHHH!" She screamed as he increased the pace, the raw honesty of her confession punctuated by a fresh wave of pleasure.

Mike smiled proudly, the expression of a predator who had successfully broken his prey. "That’s what I thought."

He leaned down, kissing the sweat from her shoulder before pulling back to look at her with hungry eyes. "Well then, since you’re feeling so celebratory... what do you say we make today our anniversary?"

A dark chuckle escaped him. "I mean, it hasn’t even been a month since that whole mess at the cabin incident, but why wait?"

"Let’s mark this as the day you truly became mine."

Maya didn’t hesitate. She didn’t think about Marc, didn’t think about the wedding ring in her jewelry box, and didn’t think about the life she had built.

All she thought about was the terrifying, exhilarating moment she had crossed the line the moment she had chosen this filth over everything else.

"Yes!" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperate need as Mike began to pound into her with renewed vigor. "YES! Fuck yes, Mike!"

"Make it today! Mark it! FUCK ME UNTIL I FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The bedframe hammered against the wall as Mike unleashed a relentless assault. Maya’s world narrowed down to the wet sounds of their bodies, the pain in her hips, and the overwhelming, devastating ecstasy of being claimed by the man who had destroyed her life and made her love every second of it.

Mike’s hips didn’t slow down; if anything, the confession seemed to fuel his stamina. He shifted his position slightly, sliding behind her while she remained on all fours, forcing her to arch her back even more severely.

The angle allowed him to wrap his thick arms around her torso from behind, his large hands sliding up to cup her massive breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued to drive his cock into her from behind.

PLAP! SQUELCH! PLAP!

The wet sounds of his cock sliding through her slick cunt filled the air.

"Okay, fine," Mike growled against her sweat-damp neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "But what kind of anniversary exactly?"

"We need to be specific if we’re making this official." A devilish grin spread across his face as he felt her breasts straining against his palms.

Maya let out a frustrated, needy whimper, her head lolling forward.

"Don’t... hahh... don’t tease me right now, Mike," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Not when you’re... nnnngh... fucking me like this."

The sensation of his hands squeezing her tits while his cock hammered into her ass was almost too much to bear. "Aaaahhh!"

"Nah, I think it’s important," Mike teased, deliberately slowing his thrusts to a torturous, grinding pace that made her inner walls spasm around him. "Details matter, Maya..."

"What are we celebrating?"

Maya turned her head back as far as she could, seeking his mouth. When he leaned down, she met him halfway, capturing his lips in a desperate, tongue-lashing kiss.

Their tongues tangled in a messy, saliva-slicked dance that tasted of sweat and surrender. She pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips, her breath hot and ragged.

"It’s the anniversary... hahh... of the day I stopped pretending," she confessed, her eyes locking onto his with a frightening intensity. "The day I agreed to let you... to let you fuck me like this."

Mike let out a low, rumbling chuckle that she could feel vibrating through her spine. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to smirk at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh yeah? The day you agreed? That sounds awfully voluntary." He gave her hips an experimental thrust that made her cry out. "Shouldn’t we say it was the day I forced you into it?"

"The day I took what I wanted regardless of what you said?"

The provocation worked like gasoline on a fire. Maya’s pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black.

The lie she had been telling herself that she was a victim of her own desire was stripped away, leaving only the raw, ugly truth.

"That’s right!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. "That’s exactly what you want to hear, isn’t it?"

She broke the kiss violently, pulling away from his lips to face the ceiling, her body shaking with a mix of rage and overwhelming arousal. Her back arched like a bow as Mike delivered three consecutive, bone-deep thrusts.

THUD. PLAP. THUD.

"AAAAHHHHHHHNNNNGGGHHHH!" Her scream tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered. "I don’t want you to pretend you forced me, Mike!"

"I want the truth!" Her hips bucked back against him with desperate strength. "I was the one who wanted it! I was the one who wanted to... TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"

"I wanted it more than anything!"

She screamed the last words as if she were exorcising a demon, her voice breaking on the final syllable. "I WANTED TO FUCK YOU!"

The admission seemed to break something in Mike. His pace shifted from playful teasing to pure, unbridled aggression.

He grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to expose the column of her throat, and began to fuck her with a savage, relentless fury.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

The sound was like gunfire in the room.

Maya’s world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of pain and pleasure. Every thrust felt like it was rewriting her DNA, erasing Maya the girlfriend and Maya the fiancée and leaving only Maya the whore for him.

"OH GOD! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK THE TRUTH INTO ME! AAAAAHHHHH!" Her screams became incoherent as she spiraled toward another devastating climax, her body convulsing around his cock as she surrendered completely to the glorious, filthy reality of her own desire.