A tale of revenge, sexual exploration, bdsm, and cuckolding
The mirror gleamed cold and lifeless, sharp and hard as a diamond. But the face reflected in it was even colder. She stood in front of the mirror, glaring at her reflection. She had taken the utmost care to make every last detail of her appearance sing of perfection. Her makeup, dark and sensual, lay flawlessly across her smooth skin. Soft, dark tresses of hair hung loosely about her face, creating a slightly messy, wild appearance–sex hair, they called it.
Rage danced beneath the surface of that dark, smooth skin. Her own eyes, even darker than her hair, smoldered at her from within the mirror. Her physical appearance was impeccable. She was ready for battle. Red lipstick marked her lips as if with blood, and her matching red nails were as claws. “Hellbound Angel” was the shade on her lips, and a wicked grin slid across her face when she applied it. Straight white teeth gnashed within her pretty mouth. A skin-tight dress of vibrant blue clung to her body, caressing every curve in its firm embrace. She had made sure she looked her best, better than she had ever looked for a night with him. Satisfied, she stalked away from the mirror. Now to get even.