CHAPTER2
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MEGAN.
Father Lord, haven't I been humiliated enough?
Then why isn't there a wide hole in the room right now, just so I could jump into it and save myself from this embarrassment?
What was wrong with me?
Who in their right mind says such words to a stranger they have just met? In fact, who utters such words at all?
It must be his voice.
It was so rich and deep and quite unique. Now add in the accent and you've got a bewitching spell.
"What did you just say?" The handsome stranger murmured.
" Nothing." I denied hastily, looking away, my cheeks flushed.
A quiet chuckle met my ears.
“You are a strange one, aren't you?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” I retorted, my tone harsher than I intended.
" Well, since I came in, you've been staring at me like I'm a feast you want to devour, and then when I ask you about it, you blurted out the most weird thing I've ever heard…. But for some unknown reason I want to do exactly as you've suggested."
Those green eyes shone with intensity as he locked his gaze with mine.
" Which is?" I swallowed, not believing I was having this conversation with a random stranger.
"f**k you," he said simply, but the roughness behind his remark wasn't so basic.
Against my will, a needy moan slipped out of me, soft but loud in the tiny space between both of us.
My cheeks flared up.
His jaw flexed, his pupils dilated.
“That is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life,” he said, his voice hoarse, ragged.
The air changed. More intense. Like a live wire ready to snap.
“Makes me want to hear more from you.”
His declaration only added to the pressure between my legs.
He noticed—his eyes dropped to my thighs as they pressed together.
And then his hands reached forward—slowly, giving me time to flinch or to lean back, but I did neither.
I welcomed his touch; in fact, I succumbed to it as he slid his hand higher, fingers tucking my hair gently behind my ear.
His touch was so tender, it made me stand firm in my decision to do what I was about to do.
The shocks I also experienced when he touched me also had a massive role in my resolution, too.
“Then why don't you?” I said in reply to his earlier statement.
My words sounded desperate even to my own ears.
“Are you sure about this?” he murmured, spanning his hand down my neck, leaving goosebumps and shivers along the way.
I've always been a good girl, play it safe, never get into trouble kind of girl.
But tonight I wanted to be reckless.
I wanted to throw caution to the wind.
On a norm, I would be mortified at my behavior right now, but not today.
Today I was going to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience–that is, getting f****d by this handsome god over here, and then I will deal with the aftermath later.
“Yes, I'm sure. Are you?"
His green eyes went darker, burning with something unidentifiable.
He leaned closer until our faces were mere inches away, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
“Never have I been more sure about anything in my life.” His warm breath fanned my face.
“If I don't have you now, I swear I won't survive it.”
Jesus Christ!
A thrill shot through my body, which surprised me, coupled with the many other things that had gone down tonight.
This has never happened to me before, such a quick attraction for this man.
‘He could be a serial killer,’ my subconscious warned.
“You are not a murderer, are you?” Once again, my mouth went ahead of me.
But now that it was out there, I was glad I asked.
He may have my body in disarray with those smoldering eyes of his, but at least my brain was still intact–well, some part.
He seemed taken aback for a moment before those s****l lips of his twitched.
“I assure you I'm not. You are safe with me."
Good enough for me.
‘Really?’ My subconscious was at it again.
Another beat of hesitation, and then he stood up and put some cash on the bar.
“Come on.” He stretched his hand towards mine. "There's a hotel not too far from here."
We weren't going to his house?
I felt a pang of disappointment, but quickly shot it down.
The hotel was much better. No attachment.
Just s*x, and we will both go our separate ways.
I put my hand in his and stood. Then, slipping my hand free, I looped my arm with his, and we left the bar.
In less than twenty minutes, we were at the hotel.
And after barely five minutes, we were in a room.
The elevator ding as it closed echoed behind us.
I met his eyes. Desire flamed hot and strong. And lust. So much lust.
I don't know who moved first, but the next thing I knew, his hands were everywhere, threading through my hair, as he fused his mouth with mine.
He pulled back a bit, “I just want to make one thing clear, casual s*x is not something I'm accustomed to participating in." His voice dropped, rough.
“Me neither," I whispered, bringing his head closer and kissing him again.
I made a whimper of protest as he pulled back again.
“I know it's too late to ask again, but are you sure about this?”
" Shut up," I murmured against his lips, my hands gripping his hair.“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
He chuckled but instantly groaned when I sucked his bottom lip.
“f**k," he cursed as the kiss grew hungrier. Urgent.
I stroked the sides of his face, his neck, and ran my hands across his wild shoulders.
My body thrummed with craving as a soft moan of pleasure rose up in my throat.
Heavens, he could kiss.
I moved my hips, rubbing my achy breasts against his chest.
“You want more?” He asked, circling one of my n*****s with his fingers through the fabric of my gown.
“Yes, please, yes.” I whimpered.
Before long, our clothes got acquainted with the floor.
And I was forced to gulp at the sight of his c**k.
It was magnificent. Huge, thick with dark patches of hair at the top.
He was going to destroy me.
He must have read my mind. “Don't worry, it's going to fit.”
I swallowed.
It was going to be a long night.
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