Reclaimed By The Icy Billionaire

CHAPTER THREE

ELLA.

The VIP area was quieter than the dance floor, but still, the hard bass of the music reverberated through walls. Soft golden lighting drenched the private booths in warm ambiance, accenting the rich leather seating and crystal glasses that picked up the soft glint of the overhead chandelier.

I hesitated for a moment before sliding onto one of the seats. He took the one next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.

A waiter appeared, dressed in black, waiting expectantly.

“Whiskey,” he ordered, his voice smooth and deep.

I glanced at him before lifting my chin. “I’ll have the same.”

His turbulent grey eyes snapped to mine, but he didn't say a word. He leaned back instead, one arm draped across the seat, exuding silent confidence. The waiter returned a few moments later with their drinks. I raised my glass, observing the amber liquid, before I sipped it. The harsh burn caused my throat to constrict, but I swallowed without wincing.

A small smile passed across his lips. "You don't exactly look like you belong here."

My hands around my glass tightened. "And where do I look like I belong then?"

His head tilted to the side, watching me. "I didn't mean it as an insult."

I let out a slow breath. His face was impassive, unreadable, but his eyes—those were full of something else, something weighty.

To shift attention from the unsettling intensity of his look, I asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty eight," he answered with a tone of matter-of-factness.

I chewed on my lip. Ten years older. In my family, that was practically nothing. Women in my world were married to men who were decades older than them to secure business alliances.

Lost in thought, I hadn't even realized I was biting her lip until I caught sight of the way he regarded watched my lips—his eyes dark and brooding, hunger simmering just beneath the surface.

My face grew hot with a flush, and I quickly released my lip, feeling embarrassed.

His voice was smooth as he asked, "What's your name?"

I faltered. "I… I can't tell you that."

For a second, he just looked at me, then nodded slightly, as if acknowledging my choice without anger.

I shifted a little. "Why did you bring me here?"

He sipped slowly from his glass before answering. "You seemed uncomfortable down there with everyone."

"Oh." My stomach fell a little. Maybe I had been hoping for something. else.

But then he leaned in a bit, his voice dropping. "And also because when I saw you, I immediately wondered how it'd feel to make you come and scream out my name."

I took a harsh breath.

Stirring heat burned low in my belly, fluid and searing. My fingers tightened over the edge of the seat as my heart pounded in my ears.

His gaze burned into me, unblinking.

Then he leaned in closer, the space between us crackling with heat. His voice was rough, almost a rasp.

"Would you spend the night with me?"

My head spun. This was insane. Reckless. But the thought of tomorrow—of what was to come for me—made the decision easier.

Sleeping with him would make no difference in the overall picture. But it would be my decision. Something that was mine and mine alone.

I took a deep breath, then leaned in to him, our lips inches from each other.

"Yes," I breathed.

His eyes grew dark immediately, his body stiffening.

Then, with no hesitation at all, he leaned forward and reached for me, pulling me to him in a hard, commanding move. His mouth came down on mine, and I gasped into the kiss.

It was desperate, hot. Our lips clashed in unison, synchronized, insane, his tongue sweeping in and taking over.

He pulled back enough to whisper against my lips, "Are you sure?"

My breathing was shuddery, but my resolve was strong. "Yes, I'm sure. Make me feel so good that I don't remember my own name."

A low rumble sounded in his throat, his pupils dilating with desire.

He stood up, offering his hand. I took it automatically.

Then he led me and through a private exit. The moment we were outside, a sleek black car was waiting, the driver quietly opening the door for us.

The interior was luxurious with the smell of leather and something extremely masculine—woodsy, rich, like him.

The moment the doors were closed, he pulled me onto his lap.

I let out a soft gasp as the dress slid up my thighs. His heavy hands grasped at my waist, pulling me closer. His mouth fell on mine once more, with heat and intense hunger. His kisses traveled down my jaw line, along my throat, his teeth to the sensitive flesh tracing enough to make me moan.

I curved against him as his hands moved down, encircling handfuls of my ass, squeezing possessively. He let out a pleasee groan, speaking in a soft tone, "You feel incredible."

The drive to the hotel was a blur of hot touches and rough kisses.

The next thing I knew, we were in an elevator, pressed against the wall, hands roaming as his mouth devoured mine.

By the time we stumbled into his suite, neither of us had a concept of time.

He shed his shirt and pants, revealing toned muscles, a large tent between his legs and tattooed flesh. I barely had a moment to glance at him before he was tugging at my dress, pushing it over my head.

His hands wrapped around my breasts, squeezing, his voice thick with admiration. "You are absolutely captivating."

My heart skipped.

He scooped me up easily, carrying me to the bed, depositing me gently that made my chest tighten.

As he reached over to grab a condom, excitement and nerves roiled in me.

My heart pounded harder and I touched his arm.

He stilled immediately, his sharp eyes meeting mine.

I gulped, then said quietly, "I haven't… done this before."

A flash of something unreadable crossed his face. "A one-night stand?"

I shook myhead.

"No… I'm a virgin."

He stood rigidly still. His grey eyes searched mine, something changing in his face.

For a long time, he did not say anything.

Then, quietly, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded firmly, determined despite the butterflies churning in my stomach. "Just… slow down at first."

His features eased, intensity not lessening but shifting to something softer.

He leaned over, giving me a slow, deliberate kiss.

"Of course," he breathed.

I leaned back and watched him roll on the condom, his movements precise. Then he positioned himself between my legs, his eyes fixed on mine.

We locked eyes as he slowly, gently, slid into me.