Stepbrother's Allure: At His Mercy

An unforgettable experience night

KIERAN

Father had just broken the news of his engagement to me. I had suspected it, seen the way he constantly smiles each day he went out for a drink. I should have known he was seeing someone, and it was serious. This wasn't the first time he had dated. He had done that many times in the past. The only difference this time was how serious he was.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't pissed he was dating someone or had moved on from my mother since she died 20 years ago. I was angry he had kept this from me, even proposed to her without my knowledge.

He had believed I wouldn't support him, had worried I would cut ties with him if I learn about it. I didn't like that he feared me, thought he had to keep his relationship from me. It hurts, and I had let him know that.

After our argument, I left, drove around town for a short time before I saw the bar. I had never been the drinking type, hardly took alcohol unless it was necessary. That night, it was. I had gone in, planning to drink until daybreak before returning home.

I had been successful in doing that. Tucked in a corner, I was having the time of my life watching the sweaty dancers until my eyes locked with those of a woman.

Her blue orbs were the first thing that caught my attention. I had stared, a little too long, wondering how eyes could be so blue, like the sky on a sunny day, when she started for me. I averted my gaze, hoping she wasn't coming for me, but she sure as hell was.

She made a beeline for me and clung to my body like the messy drunk she was. Despite the scent of smoke, alcohol and drugs in the air, it wasn't enough to mask her scent. It was a sharp vanilla smell that did things to my body, surprising me.

I'd always prided myself on how little effort it took for me to deal with my urges. I had never thought with my second head, and was always in control. However, that night, I realised I didn't have the self-control I presumed I did. I just hadn't met the right one, the only woman who made me question everything.

She wasn't helping matters, whispering seductively in my ear, telling me how much I would enjoy a night with her. She had acted like a w***e, even when she didn't dress that part. When I saw her first, I had assumed she was a white-collar worker, out to get some booze since it was the weekend, but her personality didn't match her dressing at all.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I agreed to her offer, making a mental promise to drop her off at a hotel, pay for it and be on my way. I needed to be as far away from her as I could, to think straight.

I didn't like the way my body reacted to her; I felt it was unnecessary to be that affected. I had succeeded in my plans of getting her checked into a hotel; however, before I could leave, she had me locked up in a tight grip, refusing to let go.

When she moaned in my ear, I lost all the fight in me and relaxed. That was all she needed. Before I knew what was happening, I was already kissing her, both of us fighting for dominance as I led her towards the bed, my hands roaming all parts of her body.

I couldn't get enough of her. Just a taste was all it took for me to lose control, to let her take me up in her firm grip.

That night was the best. The hotness of her breath as I thrust into her, her soft cries when I breached her hymen, made me want to be gentle for the first time. I hadn't realised she was a virgin. I had thought she was experienced from the way she was acting, but she proved me wrong with her innocence.

I wiped her tears away as I whispered soothing words to her, easing her up as I tried so hard to make this a memorable time for her.

If I had known she was a virgin, I wouldn't have given in to her seduction. No one wants to lose their virginity while drunk, unless something traumatising affected their decision. It seemed to be the case with her, and I vowed to uncover it all.

As I fell next to her and gathered her into my arms, I felt warmth blossom in my chest. For the first time since my mother left me, I felt something for someone. I didn't realise what it was, but I had this desire to know her more, to get closer to her, enough to know what made her tick.

I placed a kiss on her hair, promising myself that I would find out about her the next morning, only to wake up to an empty bed. Her side had gone cold enough to make me realise she had fled long ago.

I sat up on the bed, wincing at the sharpness in my skull. Though I drank a little last night, I still felt a light throbbing on my forehead.

I got down from the bed and reached for my phone, which I had left on the bedside table. I didn't know what I was expecting. That she had somehow left her number behind? Perhaps.

Things weren't as easy as that. She didn't drop any number, and she sure as hell took everything that was hers. I sat back on the bed, defeated, with my thoughts still on the woman I had slept with.

I didn't even get a name. I had thought I would see her this morning, and didn't think it was necessary until reality came knocking hard on the door.

The stranger was gone, and she took something with her…. My heart.