Dark Hearts

Chapter Two

Melia's pov

Over the next few hours, we'd moved from the bar to a comfortable sofa in the corner of the lounge talking about topic after topic.

The last time I'd laughed so much felt like a long time ago. There are a lot of things that I don't remember doing.

“Okay, next question. The weirdest place you’ve ever had s*x?” Bastian whispered.

We'd decided to stick to first names because we probably wouldn't see each other again. From his looks, he lived in a very different world from mine.

“You can’t ask me that.” My cheeks heated.

“Yes, I can. I just did.”

“It’s rude.”

“Says who?” He looked around.

“It’s just a question, and this place is noisy anyway. Nobody's gonna hear your answer, Brownie.”

He'd decided that was a better name for me than my actual name.

“Hmm.” I thought aloud. “That’s a tough one.”

I counted on my fingers, feeling less drunk and more tipsy. The alcohol had loosened my tongue so much over the last few hours.

I hadn't had this much fun in years. It was a relief to know that I could actually be happy even if for a few hours.

“Two years.” I blurred out, feeling shy all of a sudden. Telling him the actual number would probably freak him out and I didn't want him running.

I peeked up at him through my lashes, watching his eyes darken with heat.

“What?”

“Two years? Nobody has touched you in two years. Brownie, are you serious?”

“Yeah. I- I've been… busy”

I didn't want to tell him that nobody had come close to kissing me, talk more of doing the dirty. This night was my chance to change that and I couldn't blow it.

“Why am I even telling you this stuff?” I turned, talking to myself.

“You're just a random guy I met in the bar.”

He leaned in, hot breath brushing my ears. “I don’t understand how someone as hot as you doesn’t get f****d three times a day.”

My eyes widened, no one had ever spoken to me that way before. It felt so good.

When he pulled away, I watched as he licked his lips, feeling a tingle all the way to her toes.

This was what I wanted wasn't it. To free myself a little, enjoy the night then go back to my shitty life by the morning.

Feeling determined to make the most out of tonight, I reached up and pressed my lips to his, biting into his bottom lip and tugging. This was probably the bravest thing I'd ever done apart from blocking Beatrix's hits that one time.

I pulled away, uncertainty and shame threatening to overwhelm me.

His large hand grabbed my neck, pulling me back to his lips. He kissed like he wanted to devour me. I loved it.

A moan fluttered in my throat as I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, noting blissfully that they were wonderfully large and strong, tilting my neck to give him more access.

He tasted like expensive wine and smelled like cinnamon. His fingers dug underneath the back of my jacket, tracing my back slightly.

I elicited a moan as he pulled away from my lips to suck desperately on my neck.

I tilted my neck so far back that I feared it'll c***k.

Almost like he could read my mind, his other hand cupped the back of my head, holding me in place as he placed kisses on my neck and down my shoulders.

He pulled away from me, bending to my height to meet my gaze. I averted my eyes, choosing instead to stare pointedly at his tie.

Doing this felt like turning my brain off, choosing to feel rather than thinking and overthinking. Everytime he pulled away from me, my brain began berating me for coming out tonight.

He frowned. “What is it?”

“What?”

“You went somewhere just now.”

Oh. “It's just…” I looked up at him, unsure.

“Tell me.”

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I... I've never f****d a stranger.” I've never f****d anyone but I'll keep that to myself.

He inhaled sharply as his eyes held mine. “Do you want to f**k a stranger?” he murmurs as arousal thrummed between us.

“Yeah.” I nodded shyly.

“Well then, let's take this elsewhere.”

He stood up, grabbed my hand and tugged me towards a door, leading us to the staircase. I could still feel the tension straining between us.

He opened a door in the hallway and dragged me in. It was almost like his restraint had finally snapped.

Slamming me against the door, he ravaged my lips. His hands shoved at my skirt, hiking them up to my hips.

He palmed my ass, digging his blunt fingers into my cheeks.

I knew it was going to leave a mark by the morning but I was too lost in the sensation to care.

As his strong arms hoisted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me down and helped me take off the raggedy jacket and the rest of my clothes, flinging them across the small room.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you.”

He took his shirt off over his shoulders, and my breath stuttered. He had a broad, muscular chest with olive skin and a scattering of hair that runs from his navel and disappears down into his pants. His hair was dark, and his eyes the brightest gray but the power behind them had me aching for him to claim me.

There was an edge to his touch that I'd never felt before.

In that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered to me except accepting the connection we shared, igniting a fire that will burn bright long after the night is over.