Chapter Two: I Wanted More
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“Indeed, you are one brave little angel. Do you know who I am?”
“No,” I said, still wondering why he was refusing me. This was what every man wanted so why was he turning me down?
“And yet, you’re still blindly offering yourself?”
I nodded and the Mystery man smirked evilly. He stared at me from head to toe as if looking for something. He licked his sexy lips and then stepped forward. His long graceful finger lifted my chin.
“Angel, let me tell you this. You’re standing before the gates of hell right now. Are you ready to step down hell with me?” his eyes blazed.
His intensity made me quiver slightly, but his warnings weren’t enough to make me give in.
I wrapped my arms around him, closing the distance between us, stood on my toes, and gently placed a kiss on his lips. His cologne wrapped around me, enveloping me in a haze of nostalgia and desire.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. My pulse quickened as our faces were just inches apart. I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the chiseled muscles under his shirt.
His lips curved into a deadly smile as he captured my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth, spreading warmth throughout my body. His lips had been so soft yet so firm, moving against mine till I was breathless. He tasted like spices; hot burning your tongue, yet always coming back for more. More… yes, I wanted more.
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A few minutes later I found us walking into a hotel room.
As the man turned on the lights, he suddenly kissed my neck, that sensitive spot just below my ear, and that was it, I had lost control over my own body. The moment he touched me, I felt an electric shock run through my body. The hair on my arms stood up and I felt a tingle start from my fingertips and go all the way to my toes. My skin felt more sensitive to his touch and everything felt so intensified that I didn’t know what was happening anymore. Everything felt so good, I was losing myself to my instincts and desire and there was no mistake about it-I didn’t dislike it.
He kissed my neck, licked and sucked on it and I moaned with pleasure. My hand went to his head and my fingers tangled through his hair. Hearing me moan made him smile inwardly but he didn’t stop. He moved his mouth from my nape down to my collarbone, towards my twin peaks. They were still covered by a sexy, red, lacy bra but these couldn’t hide my already erect n*****s. Moving down to his next targets, he freed his arms from under my head and both covered my perfect little mountains. He gave them a little squeeze before he brushed his thumbs over my n*****s in a flicking action making me gasp for air.
I had never felt this way in a very long time now. I couldn’t believe a touch from a man could make a woman’s body feel so many different ways at a time. I knew I was doing something absurd but I didn’t want it to end.
“Should… should we take our masks off?” He stuttered.
I had never done this before, I didn’t know if I’d like to leave my mask on or off. But there’s always a first time to everything so I agreed but one the condition that he goes first.
I moved back a bit and took his mask off revealing his bare face.
“What? Alexander! What the hell was he doing here? Does he go around sticking out his d**k for every woman at the club?” My desire vanished completely; how had I encountered such an arrant man?!
“What are you doing here?” I asked in utter shock.
“Haven’t we already established why we were both here?
Now this proved me right that this man must be a s*x freak and an insane one at that. I felt disgusted by this attitude of his. I didn’t know what I almost got myself into. Never would I give my body to him.
I left him unanswered, I quickly wore my cloth, grabbed my purse, and exited the room immediately. I placed a phone call to my driver, telling him to come pick me up.
As I stepped into the car, I reminisced what I had almost done, with thoughts playing in my head. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I almost did something I’d live to forever regret.
Thank goodness I had removed his mask first.
I almost had s*x with my so-called fiancé Alexander Quinn. I had been furious earlier but this? This just made me more mad at him. What kind of man was he? What kind of fiancé does not recognize his fiancée’s voice?
In the middle of my thoughts, my phone rang, and the butler came through the receiver.
Miss Wayne, you have a visitor and she says she’s here for business.
I shut my eyes briefly, who could she be and what did she want from me?
“Pay no mind to her, I’ll be with you shortly.” I snapped and hung up.
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