MR BILLIONAIRE'S NIGHTMARE

Chapter 4

"I want you..." his voice was low and commanding, almost sounding villainy. His lips found a way to my neck as he planted hickeys that sent me shivers.

I felt his hands slide under my dress as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation was electrifying.

"Mmhh..." I moaned softly, unable to suppress the sound as my body reacted to him. My arms instinctively tightened around his neck, pulling him even closer.

"Yeah... yeahhh," Andrea moaned in response, his voice thick with desire as he leaned back slightly to look at me. His eyes fixed on me, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and then, just as quickly, stepped back with a soft laugh.

"Come with me," he said, his voice teasing yet insistent. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the bar stand. The dim lights and loud music seemed to fade into the background as we downed two more shots, the burn of the alcohol mingling with the fire already coursing through my veins. And then, we left the bar.

*****

Inside the Elevator

"Uh... uh... yeahhh... uh..." The sounds escaped my lips uncontrollably as Andrea’s fingers moved skillfully between my legs, teasing my c**t with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me.

His lips brushed over my neck, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns that made my knees tremble.

"Kiss me," he whispered, his voice a husky command that left no room for argument.

I leaned in immediately, His tongue slid against mine, and I felt my entire body shudder as my hands gripped his shoulders for support.

My legs felt weak, almost useless, as Andrea pressed me against the cool, mirrored wall of the elevator. The contrast of the icy surface against my flushed skin only heightened the sensations coursing through me.

His fingers continued to caress my pu**y, and I could feel my wetness pooling, a physical testament to how much he affected me. It wasn’t long before it began to flow down my thighs, the feeling was mind blowing.

Ding. The elevator chimed, signaling our arrival.

The doors slid open, revealing the empty hallway of his apartment building. But Andrea didn’t stop. He pulled me closer and scooped me into his arms so effortlessly as if I weighed nothing.

"Let’s go," he murmured, his voice hinting at impatience.

*****

At the Penthouse Door

We reached his door, but Andrea wasn’t ready to pause, not yet. He pressed me against the door, his hands roaming my body as his lips claimed mine in another crazy kiss.

I could feel his fingers gripping my hips before sliding lower, cupping my ass with a possessiveness that made me gasp. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding him close as the heat between us intensified.

With one hand, he managed to retrieve his key and unlock the door, pushing it open while still holding me. Strong right..

The door swung shut behind us as Andrea carried me inside, his steps purposeful as he made his way to the living room. He set me down gently on the plush sofa, the leather cool against my skin.

Andrea pulled off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his enticing muscular chest. He reached for the zipper of my dress, his fingers brushing against my skin as he worked to free me from the fabric.

"Wait... wait..." I stammered, my voice barely audible as if the reality of the situation was starting to dawn on me.

Andrea paused, his hands stilling as his eyes locked onto mine. "What’s wrong, baby?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern but still carrying that irresistible edge of desire.

"I just... I don’t know..." I trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

"Shh," he hushed me gently, placing a finger on my lips. "Let’s not ruin this, baby. Don’t spoil the moment. Don’t disrupt the love."

"But..."

"But nothing," he interjected, his tone soothing yet firm. "It’s just us tonight."

His lips trailed kisses along my jawline and down to my collarbone.

"Trust me," he whispered, his hands resuming their exploration.

My resolve wavered, crumbling entirely as his mouth found mine again. The kiss was deep, hungry, and consuming, leaving no room for doubt.

Andrea’s hands moved to my chest, his touch firm yet gentle as he grabbed my breasts through the fabric of my dress. My head fell back, a gasp escaping my lips as he unzipped the dress and slid it off my shoulders, exposing bare skin to the cool air.

"Damnn... Hermosa.." Andrea said and reached for my breast. His tongue made circles around my n*****s as his fingers penetrated me gently.

"Ahh..." I moaned louder, the feeling was just too much

"yeahh..good girl, let that pu**y cream for me" Andrea spoke with a deep low tone. somehow, it seemed like his words had some sort of super powers, cause my body did as he commanded.

*****

The Morning After

The sunlight streamed through the large windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked against the brightness as a dull ache settled in my head.

"Ugh..." I groaned, pressing a hand to my temple as I sat up slowly.

The unfamiliar surroundings made my stomach twist with unease. Where was I?

I turned my head, and the sight of Andrea lying beside me made me gasp.

"Oh my God..." I whispered, my hands flying to my mouth. Panic surged through me as fragmented memories of the night before began to surface. "What have I done?"

Andrea twitched, his body shifting slightly before his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice groggy but undeniably sexy.

"What happened between us?" I blurted out, my voice edged with panic.

Andrea frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "We had a good time last night baby. You don’t remember?"

He gestured toward a blanket on the floor, damp and crumpled. "You soaked the blanket,"

"You're priceless," he said, planting a soft kiss on my forehead before turning and striding toward the bathroom, stark naked. His confidence was surprising, leaving me frozen for a moment as the events of the previous night played in disjointed fragments in my mind.

"Oh, God..." I muttered under my breath in panic. My head pounded, and the weight of the unfamiliar surroundings only added to my disorientation. A part of me was sure I had consented to everything that happened last night, but why couldn’t I remember the details? What did I do? What did we do?

"Where’s my phone? I need to get to work," I said aloud, more to myself than anyone else, as I hastily threw the blanket off me and started scanning the floor for my dress. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up each article of clothing strewn across the room.

Andrea emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. "Hey, hey, hey... why the rush?" he asked. His eyes, however, seemed to carry a genuine hint of curiosity and concern.

"I’ve got to go. I’ve got work," I replied quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. My eyes darted around, still searching for my bag, which I eventually spotted near the foot of the bed. I snatched it up and slung it over my shoulder, avoiding any unnecessary interaction.

Andrea chuckled softly and walked toward his bedside drawer. "Okay, okay... I'll stay in touch," he said smoothly, pulling out a thick wad of cash and holding it out to me. "Here, take this."

I froze, staring at the money in his hand. My face burned with humiliation as my mind raced to decipher his intentions. "I’m not a hooker, you know that, right? Whatever happened last night..." My voice cracked slightly as I spoke, unsure of how to even finish the sentence.

"Hey, hey, hey... relax," Andrea interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. "I never said anything like that." He leaned against the drawer, his eyes locking with mine in a way that felt almost disarming. "I’m giving you this because it’s in my nature to give people what they deserve. And after last night, it’s undeniable you deserve this." His words carried a strange mix of sincerity and cockiness that left me conflicted.

A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of my lips despite my better judgment. "Okay..." I muttered, unsure of what else to say. I didn’t take the money, but I didn’t reject his gesture either. Something about the way he spoke made it hard to argue, even though I wanted to.

"Give me a hug before you go," Andrea said, taking a step closer.

"No... wait... I" The words tumbled out of my mouth, completely uncoordinated.

Andrea laughed softly, shaking his head. "Emma, right? You’re funny," he said, stepping back and walking toward the door instead. He opened it and turned to face me with that same charming smirk. "I’ll call you later," he added casually.

I stood there for a moment, stunned by how easily he let me go. I had expected him to insist, to press just a little harder like he had the night before. But now, his nonchalant attitude left me feeling... uneasy. Was it because he’d already gotten what he wanted? Was this his way of moving on? The questions buzzed in my head as I stepped out of the penthouse and into the quiet hallway.

As I made my way toward the elevator, something nagged at the back of my mind. "Oh, shit..." I muttered, realizing I’d left my coat in his apartment. The thought of going back in made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t just leave without it, I still needed to cover up.

I turned around and retraced my steps, my heels clicking against the pristine floor. But as I approached Andrea’s door, I began to have second thoughts. What if going back in sent the wrong message? What if..?

My train of thought derailed as I saw someone approaching Andrea’s door from the other end of the hallway. My breath caught in my throat as the figure came into focus, a tall, elegant woman with long, dark hair and striking features. My eyes widened in shock as I recognized her. She was..