(Elena's POV)
His hand is wrapped around mine, tight but not painful. He walks fast, literally pulling me as we move through the hall behind the lounge. One turn, then another, until we stop in front of a black door.
He punches in a code, pushes it open, and then we're inside his private suite.
It's all glass, floor-to-ceiling windows, low lights and a sleek side bar
I barely have time to take a breath before I'm pinned to the door.
His mouth crashes into mine, hungry, brutal, like he's been starving. My hands fly up, clutching at his broad shoulders as he devours me, tongue sweeping into my mouth like he owns it.
This man doesn't kiss. He consumes.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me hungrily, no music, no distractions. Just him towering over me, looking intense like he was barely holding himself back.
And I liked it.
"You sure about this, siren?" he said, voice gruff. "Because if I touch you, I'm not stopping until you can't remember your own name."
My throat went dry.
He stepped closer, slowly, like a predator. "Say it."
"I'm sure," I whispered.
He stopped inches from me, eyes blazing.
"You want me to ruin you?"
"I dare you to." I said with a wicked smile.
His lips slam into mine again, kissing me like I'm his last meal. His hand tangles in my hair, while the other drags down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me against his hard body.
He lifts me with zero effort and pins me against the wall. His mouth biting, licking, sucking and licking my neck until I whimper, legs wrapping around him like a lifeline.
"Fuck," he growls.
I trail kisses along his jaw, teasing. "What do I even call you? Stranger? Trouble? Beast?"
He lets out a low, dangerous laugh. "Keep teasing, siren."
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he carries me toward the bed.
I can feel his thick hardness pressing between my legs.
He lays me on the bed gently but the look in his eyes is anything but gentle, It's savage.
"Take off the dress," he murmurs.
I smile teasingly "Ask nicely."
His hand wraps around my ankle, dragging me closer until his chest is hovering just above mine. "Take. It. Off."
Okay then.
He reaches down, grabs the hem of my dress, and pulls it over my head in one swift tug. I gasp as I feel one strap of my dress tear, my nipples harden from the sudden chill that hits me.
He traces a finger between my breasts, over my stomach. Then he fondles my breasts gently. "You're a fucking masterpiece."
"You say that to all your one-night mistakes?" I tease, even as my breath catches.
He shakes his head slowly. "I've never seen anyone like you."
Then he kneels between my legs like I am something sacred and pulls down my lacy panties.
"You're shaking," he murmurs staring up at me.
"Maybe, it's cause you're terrifying." I smiled slightly
He grins like the devil. "Then run, Elena."
I don't move.
"Didn't think so," he whispered, and buried his face between my thighs.
"Look at you," he growls, "Already wet."
I whimper as his tongue dives between my thighs. No teasing, just deep, deliberate licks that make my legs shake. He devours me completely, one hand pinning my hips down while the other teases my clit in slow, agonizing circles. until I was rocking, moaning, begging.
"Say it," he demanded. "Say what you want."
"I want you inside me." I cry out
He pulls back with wet lips and dark eyes. "Not yet."
"Beast"
He stands, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. I gasp when he takes off his trousers and briefs, he's already hard and thick, so much bigger than I imagined.
"Get on your knees," he says
I slide off the bed and obey
"Suck" he demands
My heart thunders as I wrap my lips around him.
He sighs and fists my hair, guiding me slowly at first, then faster. He is in control, even like this. I hollow my cheeks and look up at him through thick lashes.
He lets out a curse and pulls out of my mouth.
"Your mouth's dangerous, siren."
"You're welcome."
He hurriedly brings out a condom from the nightstand, sheathes himself, settles between my legs and slides into me in one long, slow thrust. I watch every inch disappear into me slowly. I can't help but moan loudly.
"You feel that?" he askes me huskily. "That stretch? That's me filling you up completely"
I arched under him, nails digging into his shoulders.
He moves with deep, unhurried thrusts at first. Like he wants me to feel everything. My body opens and trembles for him. I'm a moaning mess.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
"Who's in control now, siren?"
"You are" I gasped.
His pace snaps, he starts thrusting faster and deeper.
He grabs my hips, pulls out, and flips me over, he bends me over the edge of the bed and slips in.
"Take it."
I do. I take every inch of him like a good girl.
He pulls me to him with each thrust, one hand covering my mouth, the other playing with my clit until I cum screaming.
But he isn't done.
He flips me onto my back again, grabs my legs, and parts them.
"You're not leaving here without remembering this," he murmurs against my ear. "I want you sore. Dripping with me."
He f*cks me until my eyes roll back. Until I forget where I am, until I am babbling prayers and curses.
"Look at me," he said, hand sliding under my jaw.
I met his gaze, dazed, completely undone.
"You're mine tonight."
"yes, I am" I cry out.
He cums with a loud growl, hips jerking, eyes locked on mine like he was trying to memorize how I looked under me.
But this isn't the end.
A few more rounds and I collapse on the bed again an hour later, every nerve in my body buzzing, he lies beside me, dragging me into his chest.
We're both slick with sweat, chests rising and falling in sync.
I lie there, spent and quiet.
He strokes my hair.
I still don't know his name.
Just this raw, unexplainable connection between us.
Eventually, I fall asleep tangled in his arms.
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(The Morning After)
I wake to the smell of expensive cologne and sex.
My lips feel swollen. Stretched across the massive bed behind me is the man who did absolutely unspeakable things to me last night.
My muscles are aching in places I didn't know could ache. I feel sore between my legs. yeah, walking is going to be a challenge.
I stare at him.
What the hell did I do?
Scratch that, I know what I did. Over and over again, against the wall, even on the couch.
It was definitely the alcohol, damn you Charlotte.
I sit up slowly, and carefully remove the covers. My eyes land on the floor where my dress is.
The straps are snapped.
I take my dress, and twist and tie the torn strap into a knot at my shoulder. It's barely wearable.
My eyes scan the room and I see his jacket, hung across a chair. I hesitate before I grab it and slip it on to cover my torn dress.
He stirs and I freeze.
But he doesn't wake. Just sighs and turns over.
I walk towards the door, heels in one hand, purse in the other. But I pause.
Do I leave a note? Say something?
No. That would mean facing him again, and I'm not sure the girl I was last night exists in daylight.
I look down at myself, my scandalous excuse for a dress barely covering me, my legs bare, his massive jacket wrapped around me.
Then I slip out the door.
The hall is quiet, I find the elevator and get in, I catch my reflection in the mirror beside it.
Hair wild, lips swollen, dress ruined, with a man's big jacket. Anyone would know what I was up to last night.
This has to be my first and hopefully last walk of shame.