Forbidden Desires: A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL

Chapter 3

Mickey takes a deep breath and runs his palm down his face with a slight groan. In all his twenty eight years of existence, no woman has ever walked up to him with such boldness to tell him to fúck her. It's probably the influence of the alcohol.

"I don't want to take advantage of you," He murmurs and she snorts.

"I am not drunk," She insists. "I am very aware of the request I just made. I want to forget about my ex and I want you to make me forget."

Mickey chuckles with a slight shake of his head. "You don't even know me, I might be a serial killer for all you know."

Ziana arches a brow. "Serial killer or not, I know how to handle myself pretty well."

Mickey raises his eyebrows then narrows his eyes. "Uh-huh."

"So, are you going to fúck me or not or do I need to find someone else?"

Mickey groans then suddenly gets up from the bar stool, drops a few dollar bills on the counter before dragging Ziana outside.

Mickey and Ziana step outside of the Lotus Club, breathing in the night air. They look at each other, there is a certain electricity in the air between them and both can feel it. With his hand on the small of Ziana's back, he guides her towards a nearby hotel.

The couple enter the lobby and after Mickey pays for a room for the night, they make their way to the elevator. Ziana stands close to Mickey, pressing herself into him as the elevator takes them up to the room.

The couple steps onto the elevator, Ziana can feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. She leans in and begins to kiss Mickey, her lips lightly caressing his as they come together. As the elevator rises, their tongues meet and their hands come together, exploring each other's bodies.

Mickey pulls away, looking at Ziana with her gorgeous eyes and warm smile. He leans in again, giving her a deep and passionate kiss, his hand slipping down to her curves. Ziana breaks the kiss, breathless, letting out a moan of satisfaction and desire.

Ziana and Mickey make their way into the room, unable to contain their intense desire for one another. They begin to explore their bodies in new and exciting ways, teasing, playing, and discovering each other's sensitive spots. The room is filled with sensual moans and groans, and the couple is lost in the passionate moment.

[WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS.]

Ziana is standing before Mickey, a surge of excitement and anticipation rushing through her body as his hands cup her chin and his thumb traces her cheekbone, the trail of butterflies causing each nerve in her body to tingle with joy. The spark between the pair is tangible, although Ziana can feel Mickey's strength through the grasp of his palm.

"Get down on your knees, little one," Mickey's voice is husky and low, full of unspoken promise. Ziana decides to obey him, slowly kneeling down and gazing up at him. The uneven balance of power is obvious, her heart thrumming with nervous excitement as she sits back on her heels, her eyes fixed on Mickey's chiseled frame. She feels her breath catch as he looks down on her with a faint smile on his lips. The spark between them is undeniable, each inch of skin feeling alive with his touch. Her heart pounds as he leans down towards her, their lips brushing ever so softly. Every fiber of her being is aware of him, aware of this moment and how powerful he is. His strength ripples through her being and with it, she feels weak and powerless, yet in a way that she craves.

"Remember, you asked for this and I have no plans of being gentle," he says darkly.

Ziana responds with a smirk. "Show me what you've got."

Mickey's eyes darken even further. It sounds like a challenge. Good thing he loves a good challenge. He chuckles and caresses her cheeks.

As Ziana kneels before Mickey, a surge of excitement and anticipation rushes through her body as his hand cups her chin and his thumb traces her cheekbone. Each touch sparks a flurry of butterflies in her belly as the spark between them fills the air.

"You're such a beautiful little thing when you're down on your knees," Mickey murmurs, causing Ziana's face to heat with a flush. Her heart pounds as she watches him reach for his belt, her breath catching as she hears the rattle of his belt buckle. She fidgets with her fingers in her lap, her bottom tensing as her imagination runs wild with possibilities.

Mickey pulls the thick leather through the buckle and Ziana hears the loud echo of the zipper's pull. She can't help but watch, her heart pounding as her imagination fills in the blanks of what's about to happen. She can feel Mickey's gaze on her and her flush deepens as every fiber of her body comes alive with excitement and anticipation. His belt buckles slowly, his movements calculated as he approaches her and Ziana feels a trickle of sweat roll down her back. She watches, wide-eyed at Mickey's every move.

He pushes his dark gray boxer briefs out of the way, finally freeing his cóck to her view.

It is just as massive as she had imagined it would be and it is so very hard. His cóck is huge, hard and spearing towards the sky, slightly curving back toward him. She can hold it in both hands, and it will easily extend beyond her fingers. Ziana licked her lips, nervously squirming as she thinks about the fact that it will soon be going in her mouth. She shudders hard, feeling her p***y tighten helplessly at the same time.

A single drop of pre-c*m drips from the slit at the head of his c**k. He uses his thumb to swipe it off the tip, gathering it so that he can press it against her lips. The salty flavor of his seed spread across her tongue and she nervously closes her mouth around his finger, sucking it gently while she looks straight up into his eyes.

“You’re good at this, aren’t you?” he says darkly.

She hums around his thumb and he groans softly with his own pleasure. When he finally pulls his finger out of her mouth, the suckling sound is embarrassingly loud, and her blush deepens even further. His fingers grazes against her jawline and he lifts her chin toward his c**k. She allows him to lead her forward and she cautiously opens her mouth. With a shaky breath, She leans forward and takes his thick head in between her lips.

Fúck! He is big.

She isn't at all experienced in sucking c**k, but she did it a few times before because her ex-boyfriend, that son of a bítch called Silas, had begged her to. She hadn’t thought much of it back then, but this is so much more different than that. This time, she actually wants to do it.

Her body is simmering from the inside out as she ventures down his c**k with her lips. She closes them tentatively around him, suckling gently at first before she grows a bit bolder. As she gradually becomes more comfortable with the taste of him in her mouth, she bobs her head up and down his thick length, gradually pushing him deeper into her throat with every move. Mickey groans with pleasure and she begins to suck him more brazenly and a bit more vigorously than before.

His palm grazes against her cheek, threading back through her hair. He holds onto her gently for a while longer, allowing her to gather herself as she takes every last inch in her mouth. She shivers and the hand at the back of her head suddenly tightens. Nervously, she lifts her eyes to gaze at him and the darkness in his stare is terrifying. He tightens his fingers even harder.

Ziana whimpers as a flash of pain blossoms across the back of her scalp and she tries to pull back as he shoves his c**k much deeper into her mouth than she'd taken him yet. She gags hard and pushes against his thighs with her hands, but it doesn't help in the slightest bit. He thrusts harder and she chokes on him for a long moment before she finally manages to gather herself and swallow around his c**k like she knew he expected her to.

A rush of warmth comes over her like a tidal wave. Wetness drips down her thighs as he begins to use her mouth as roughly as he pleases. He doesn't seem to care that her jaw is beginning to ache, and the back of her throat hurts from being f****d hard by his c**k. He takes her mouth as hard as he wants and there is no way for her to escape it. Seems like he meant it when he said he wasn't going to be gentle with her. She asked for it, the only thing she can do, is take it like a good girl.

Ziana has never had control taken away from her like this and she hated herself knowing that she likes it. She likes that he's in control. She hates to compare but to her, Silas was never this good.

It takes no time at all for her to learn to time her breaths with his thrusts. She swirls her tongue around his thick length. He keeps thrusting hard into her mouth, and she wonders how much longer he will last.

He lasted a whole lot longer.

Her tongue hurt. Her throat is sore. Her jaw aches.

None of it matters. The more it goes on, the more worried she becomes.

She suckles him harder, trying to show him just how good she is. Her eyes water and her breath hitches in her throat. It doesn't take much longer for her tears to drip down her cheeks. Her mascara is probably streaked and so messed up that it won't even be remotely fixable.

His fist tightens in her hair like a vise and she whines as a fresh wave of pain rolls over her. His c**k throbs hard against her tongue and she cries out as he slams into her mouth. She opens her throat as much as she is able and swallows around him, trying to show that she can be a good girl for him. Where the need to be such came from, she has no idea.

He growls, the sound low and seductive and she shivers hard. When the first spurt of his hot seed splashes against the back of her throat, it is so unexpected that she chokes on it, and he snarls in warning.

“You’ll swallow every last drop, little girl, unless you want me to bend you over my knee for a session with my belt,” he growls, and she gasps with shock. The image of his threatened punishment flashes before her eyes and her pússy clamps down hard. Quickly, she tries to gather herself and she swallows just in time for the second burst of his c*m to mark her mouth as his. She forces herself to swallow every last drop of his seed, taking it all down her throat and into her belly before he is finally finished. Though, she hates to admit it but a part of her feels alive.

His hold on the back of her head relaxes and he pulls free of her lips. He uses his thumb to gather the few droplets that managed to escape onto her chin and presses it back onto her tongue. She cleans off his finger, lifting her gaze to take in the dark eyes that are watching her with keen interest.

"Good girl," he says softly and runs his fingers through her hair.

He tucks himself away and she is almost sad to see the sight of his c**k covered up by the fabric of his slacks once more.

"Is that all?" She asks, unable to mask the disappointment in her voice.

Mickey arches a brow then chuckles in amusement. "Oh, peaches. I'm only just getting started with you." He smirks and then his gaze darkens.