chapter 3
1488 Words
Serena’s POV
“You’re trouble, Rhonda.”
“Damn right I am.”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, demanding, a clash of tongues and teeth that left me breathless. His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasped at the sheer heat radiating between us.
One second, we were tangled in each other on the dance floor. The next, I was pressed against a door, my back hitting the cool wood as his mouth claimed mine again. His hands roamed, possessive and firm, like he was mapping every inch of me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as he groaned into my mouth. His body caged mine in, his scent - dark, woodsy, f*****g intoxicating - filling my senses until I was drowning in him.
“You wanted this, little dare devil,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with hunger. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”
I smirked, my breath uneven. “Stop talking and just—”
His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up. “Patience,” he drawled, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “I like to take my time.”
I shivered, my body betraying me with how desperately I wanted him to ruin me.
His lips left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, teasing, never enough. My head fell back against the door as his teeth scraped my pulse point, his tongue soothing over the sensitive spot right after.
I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin.
“Already desperate for me?” His hand trailed up my thigh, fingers slipping beneath the scandalous hem of my dress.
I was. And I hated how easily he got me there.
Instead of answering, I pulled him back to me, kissing him with everything I had. He groaned into my mouth, his control slipping just a little, and I took advantage of it. My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. His muscles flexed under my touch, warm and tense.
He didn’t waste time either. My dress hit the floor before I even realized he’d unzipped it, leaving me in nothing but my heels and my lacy black pantie.
His gaze darkened. “f**k, you’re beautiful.”
A thrill shot through me at the way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me whole.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me across the room. My back met something soft, and then his weight was pressing into me, his body against mine, and nothing else mattered.
We didn’t slow down. We didn’t stop.
I let go.
He was my first.
I let him take me apart piece by piece, and when I shattered, I didn’t regret it. Not one bit.
***
"Mhmm," I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I nuzzled closer to my pillow. It was surprisingly warm, solid, and… moving?
A strong arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. A low, sleepy hum vibrated against my skin. My breath caught. That wasn’t a pillow.
My eyes snapped open, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Oh. My. God!!
He was still asleep, his face relaxed in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. His hair, a mess of dark waves, fell over his forehead, his lips parted slightly. He looked almost… soft. So different from the man who had devoured me last night.
My gaze trailed down. The sheets barely covered us, his toned chest rising and falling with each breath. And we were still naked.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I really did it. I slept with a stranger. I gave him my first time. And judging by the delicious ache between my legs, it wasn’t just some innocent tumble in the sheets.
I swallowed hard. What the hell did I just do?
A deep, woodsy scent clung to the sheets— his scent. It smelled like spice and smoke, something dark and masculine, and I hated how much I wanted to bury my face in it.
Stop it, Serena. Focus!
I needed to leave. Now. And fast.
Carefully, I started peeling myself away from his grasp, but his arm only tightened. My pulse raced. For a moment, I didn’t move, holding my breath.
Is he waking up?
His body shifted slightly, a sleepy sigh escaping his lips, but he didn’t stir further. I let out a quiet exhale. Too close.
Slowly, I slid out of his hold, ignoring the way the sudden cool air sent a shiver up my spine. My legs wobbled when I stood... damn, that man knew what he was doing.
I quickly grabbed my dress from the floor near the door, slipping it over my head. My phone was buried in my bag, and when I pulled it out, my stomach dropped.
Twenty-five missed calls from Jane.
Shit.
I checked the time - 5:30 a.m.
Panic shot through me. Father must be home by now. If he had checked my room…
I’m dead. I’m so f*****g dead.
I slipped on my heels, wincing at how loud they sounded in the quiet room. Before stepping out, I stole one last glance at him.
I had no idea who he really was, no idea if I’d ever see him again. But something in my gut twisted at the thought.
Shaking it off, I pushed the door open and tiptoed out, my heart pounding.
As soon as I was in the hallway, I called Jane. She picked up instantly.
"Serena!" she shrieked. "Where the hell are you? I looked everywhere for you!"
I pressed a finger to my lips, even though she couldn’t see me. "Shh! I don’t know. I think I’m still in the club?" I whispered, glancing around at the unfamiliar corridor.
"You think?!" Jane was losing it. "Where did you guys go?"
Good f*****g question.
"I don't f*****g know, I think..."
I paused when I saw the green haired guy from last night. What was his name again? Row, yes!
"Row!" I yelled as I scurried over to him. He narrowed his eyes at me before they widened in realization.
"Rhonda?"
Oh thank goodness he recognizes me.
"Aw thank God. Please get me out of here."
Thankfully, he didn't hesitate to grab my hand and lead me out of the club. Jane was busy scolding me but I was too panicked to care.
"Should I come and get you?" She asked me.
"It would take too long and..."
"Where are you headed? I don't think cabs operate this early. Let me give you a ride home." Row offered and I almost kissed him in gratitude. I told him my address and he helped me get on his motorbike. I told him to park a few distances away from my house and I waved him goodbye. I crept toward the back of my house, my heart hammering. One step, then another. Almost there. I claimed up the wooden fence, and I cursed under my breath as my dress snagged on a jagged edge. I tugged it free, wincing at the faint tearing sound. If anyone was awake, they might’ve heard that.
Then I saw it.
My father’s car in the garage.
Oh, God. No, no, no. Please, not now.
My stomach twisted as I reached the vine creeping up the side of my room’s wall and cooked up.
I reached the window, gripping the sill, ready to pull myself inside...
The sharp rattle of keys at my door froze me in place.
Oh. s**t.
"I told you, dear, she is asleep," I heard my mother's trembling voice
Oh God. No. No.
I jumped in swiftly, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as I landed on the floor. Moving on autopilot, I slid under the covers, pressing my back against the mattress, my heart hammering so hard I swore they could hear it.
Click.
The door creaked open.
Light flooded the room, spilling across my duvet. I pressed my hand over my mouth, forcing my breaths to steady, to slow - don’t pant, don’t shake, don’t move.
"See?" My mother’s voice was thinner now, stretched tight with nerves. "I told you."
Footsteps. Heavy. Measured.
I squeezed my eyes shut as they drew closer. Each step echoed in my ears, my pulse a frantic drumbeat beneath my skin.
The air shifted. A presence loomed over me.
Then, the tug.
The covers shifted slightly, warmth escaping. I braced myself, every muscle locking up...
A sharp ringing tone cut through the silence.
Father grunted, a rustling sound following as he reached into his pocket.
"I thought we were done with the meeting," he muttered, his voice clipped, impatient.
The heavy steps retreated.
I remained still, frozen, as the door clicked shut once more.
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