His Forbidden Obsession

(Clara’s POV) The club pulsed with neon lights;red, green, blue, flashing from every corner, turning the room into a mixture of color and chaos. Bodies packed the dance floor, grinding and swaying in a mixture of sweat and heat. The music thundered from the speakers, so loud it throbbed in my bones. In the dark corners, couples made out with reckless abandon, completely wrapped in the heavy cloud of lust that clung to the air. To them, it was just another Friday night as they downed shots as laughter spilled from their lips with all their worries forgotten. For me, this was monumental. For the first time in my life, I had stepped out of my safe little bubble. Anna gripped my hand as we wove through the crowd. Everyone looked so carefree, like the world outside didn’t exist. “Stop fidgeting with your dress. You look hot,” she said as we approached the bar. “You need a few shots to loosen up.” “This dress barely covers my ass. If I bend even a little, the whole club’s getting a front-row view of my underwear,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of the satin thing she had forced me into. She had called it a dress. I called it a scandal waiting to happen. The material clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin, every curve on display. The backless design left me completely exposed, and the air behind me felt hotter by the second. I perched onto a barstool, desperate for relief from the five-inch stiletto death traps on my feet. I was already fantasizing about a foot rub and fuzzy socks. “Listen to me, C,” Anna shouted over the music. “Tonight is about you. We’re going to drink, dance our asses off, and maybe….just maybe…find you a hot stranger to take home. You’ll thank me later.” I rolled my eyes. I had barely agreed to show up tonight, let alone take a man home. Not with the creeps that roamed nightlife these days. “Two shots, please,” she said to the bartender, who quickly slid them our way. Anna handed me one with a sly smile. “To the newest medical student in town.” I had just been accepted into Weill Cornell Medical School to study medicine. I was going to be a doctor! It was a lifelong dream of mine especially since I came from a long line of Doctors. My Dad; Nelson Stone was one of the most revered Neurosurgeons in the country and my brother was on the same route to becoming the best Cardiologist in Chicago so it was only normal I followed in their footsteps. I couldn’t help the grin that tugged at my lips. We clinked glasses, I immediately downed the shot and instantly regretted it….the burn was awful, like drinking liquid fire. “Yes! That’s my girl,” Anna screamed. “Okay, don’t be mad, but I spotted a fine piece of man over there. I’m going to say hi. Be right back!” I watched her catwalk toward a guy who looked like he was about to devour her. She lived for that kind of attention whereas I would rather curl up under a blanket and watch cartoons……or greys anatomy. I turned back to the bar, about to order another drink, when I heard it. “This ain’t your regular scene, is it?” I heard someone say from behind me. The voice was deep and smooth, with a raspy edge that made my stomach flutter. I glanced sideways and found the owner smirking at me. If his voice was a tease, his face was a sin. He was beyond handsome. “Umm… are you talking to me?” I asked, my voice embarrassingly breathless. He chuckled. “We’re the only ones at the bar, aren’t we?” he said, revealing a subtle Australian accent. He was tall……about 6’4. His blonde hair slicked back with a few rebellious strands falling forward. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the definition of his muscles beneath a crisp white shirt that hugged his frame just right. “Yeah… you’re right,” I said, blinking to break the spell his physique had cast on me. “This isn’t really my scene.” His gaze drifted over me, slow and deliberate, then returned to my face. “Thought so.” He tilted his head toward Anna. “Your friend seems to be having a hell of a time.” I followed his eyes to Anna, who was now making out with the guy like they were in a music video. “Of course she is,” I muttered, shaking my head and turning back to the bar. I ordered another round and downed the first shot as soon as it arrived. “Hey, slow down,” he said, taking the second shot from my hand. “Unless you’re aiming for a brutal hangover tomorrow.” I raised a brow. “Why do you care?” He shrugged, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe I just care about your wellbeing” I narrowed my eyes, amused at his words. “How about a dance?” he offered. “I’d love to see if you move as well as you look.” I pretended to hesitate. “Fine.” The second his hand touched mine, I felt a jolt, something electric. He led me to the dance floor, where the music wrapped around us like heat. His large, veined hands settled on my waist as we swayed to the beat. Our bodies moved in sync, melting into each other with every pulse of the bass. My arms slipped around his neck, fingers grazing his skin, my hips grinding against his. The alcohol, the music, his touch all blended into something dizzying. For the first time in my life, I felt free. His breath fanned my neck as he pulled me closer. My insides tightened with each roll of his hips against mine. "Mmm, you look so beautiful. I must confess, I saw you the moment you walked into the club with your friend but I waited to approach you when you were alone so I could have your attention," he whispered in my ear. “Oh really?,” I whispered, a bit out of breath from the electric jolts running down my spine as I moved my body in tune with his. “Yes really,” he replied in a rasp voice, turning me to face him as he crashed his lips onto mine. I moaned into the kiss as his hands slid down to my ass, squeezing possessively. Heat coiled in my core, flooding lower with every motion of his fingers. “What’s a man gotta do to get you out of here?” he whispered. “Nothing, let’s get out of here,” I replied without hesitation, surprising even myself. He smiled, took my hand, and led me through the crowd and out to the parking lot. He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid into the seat, my pulse hammering in anticipation. “Your place or mine?” he asked, smirking. Something wild took over me and my next actions surprised me…..it was probably the alcohol but I didn’t overthink it as I unbuckled the seatbelt, climbed onto his lap, and kissed him hard. His hands roamed over my bare back, then lower, gripping me like he couldn’t get enough. I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard length, stroking him as he groaned into my mouth. “Okay, that’s it,” he growled, gripping my wrist and pulling back. “Back seat. Now.” I obeyed without a word. He followed, grabbing a condom from the dashboard before joining me. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I did slowly and deliberately, just to tease him. His eyes darkened as he slid my underwear off, licking his lips as he wore the condom on his length. He pushed into me in one hard thrust. I gasped in pain at first, but it quickly gave way to a pleasure so intense I couldn’t stop the moans pouring from my lips. His rhythm deepened with his hands gripping my thighs as I clung to his biceps. “f**k, you’re so tight,” he groaned, driving into me again. I trembled as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I could feel myself coming undone with each thrust but I didn’t care. “You’re a squirter,” he panted with a grin. “I like that.” Moments later, he came with a groan, collapsing on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat and bliss. We lay tangled in the dark in silence as we tried to catch our breath. I stared up at the ceiling of the car, the reality hitting me all at once. I had just lost my virginity to a stranger in the backseat of a car outside a club….and I felt alive. “So, my place then?,” I said, causing him to chuckle. “Let’s go,” he replied. “I haven’t had enough of you yet,” What the f**k did I just do?