Unwanted Marriage, Unexpected Love: THE PERFECT GIFT.

“You are so hot, and damn, why wouldn't I f**k you?" He leaned in, his lips brushing her collarbone. kissing her neck. “There is no way I'm not going to taste you tonight; you specifically brought yourself to me." He had his large hand on her neck, his lips on hers slow and soft. He was testing the heat between them. She responded, sliding her arms over his chest, her body rising to meet his. The kiss deepened, and tongues twirled in each other's mouths. He cupped her face, moving her face closer as he sucked her lips. He traveled lower down her waist, gripping her curvy figure with urgency. She seems to enjoy it. She moaned against his mouth, her body responding to the heat she couldn't control. “Damn! You are so beautiful, so soft," he murmured softly, his lips tracing her neck. He took off her jacket. She felt his hands under her T-shirt, his warm palms brushing against her bare skin. From her waist sliding upwards, he undid her bra. Grabbing his shirt, he pulls it off, revealing toned arms and a chest that can make your knees weak. “Mister..." she whispered. Passion overwhelmed them as he kissed her again harder this time. Their bodies pressed together, pinning her against the wall; he picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed like she was nothing; he climbed on top of her, leaning down, and he kissed her. Her t-shirt came off, and her bra unhooked. She was wearing a miniskirt, and damn those sexy legs; he caressed her thighs. He moved his hands further, fisting her panties and ripping them off. He goes down on her, taking a moment to admire every inch of her perfect body. His tongue worked magic, she moaned, the pleasure soaring through her as she whimpered, grabbing his hair. He lifted her gently, her legs wrapping around his waist. Without any warning, her moan grew louder as he slid inside her; she squealed, her nails scraping his back. Pouncing her against the bed, he claimed her lips in his, kissing her over again down to her neck. He grabs both her hands, pinning them above her head, and continues pouncing onto her. The night was filled with the sound of moans, skin on skin—wet, rhythmic, urgent. The following morning He groaned when the warm water hit his back; she had clawed up his back real good. He can only imagine how it looked. He stepped out of the shower, his body wrapped up in a towel. He then got dressed. Her eyes fluttered open; her vision was blurry. She blinked several times, and her blurry vision gradually became clear. Her first sensation was a wave of soreness throughout her body. Instinctively, she looked down and realized she was completely naked, with even her most intimate garments missing. She glanced around the room, and it seemed she was the only one there. “Damn! What happened to me? "Where am I?" Her head was heavy, probably the hangover. She intended to crawl out of bed, but her body was sore, and then there was this sharp pain between her legs. The bright red stains on the sheets and the scattered clothes of both a man and a woman on the floor clearly indicated what had happened last night... “What on earth have I done?" Startled, she looked up to see a man walking into the room. His toned-up body wearing only formal navy blue pants and his white shirt unbuttoned. Her eyes widen in shock; she quickly covered herself with the sheets. “Who are you?" looking terrified. "Should be asking you that, since you threw yourself at me last night." He said in a deep voice, his back turned against her. He turned after putting on his wristwatch and walked towards her. He sat on the bed. He handed her the morning-after pill. "Drink it now," he ordered, handing her a glass of water. She followed the instructions; after a wild night with a stranger, taking a morning-after pill was a must. His eyes remained fixed on the blanket, while she, feeling exposed under his gaze, trembled slightly but said nothing, hastening her efforts to get dressed. When she finally emerged from the covers, beads of sweat dotted her forehead. As her feet touched the ground, her legs wobbled, nearly causing her to collapse. She braced herself against the bed, her eyes landing on the bright red stain on the white sheets. She froze, a sharp pain piercing her heart. The stark contrast of the red against the white sheets was truly unsettling! Following her gaze, he noticed the vivid red as well. His expression remained lazy and indifferent, almost apathetic. He stood up and threw an amount of cash on the bed; just as he was about to walk away, he paused his steps and turned back to her. “You were kind good, and I guess I'll add more to that." He threw more cash on the bed. A sharp pain piercing in her heart, she doesn't know what to say about this. Did she look that cheap? She asked herself. She's still young; she was the victim in all this. She doesn't even remember how she got into this. Look, I don't want to know you; you don't know me. I've already arranged clothes for you; I need you to get yourself out of my house and disappear in my life." He simply walked out.