His Forbidden Mistress

chapter 6

Daniel’s POV

I watch as Serena storms off, her heels clicking slowly against the pavement, her silhouette swallowed by the night.

My heart pounded, not with anger, but with something far more dangerous - fascination.

Her words echoed in my head: “The only thing I regret is ever letting you near me.”

That fire, that strong confidence, it was like a drug coursing through my veins.

No one had ever rejected me like that. Ever.

Women fell at my feet, eager to please me like little puppies, but Serena?

She looked me in the face and rejected my offer - my power, my money, my protection - and walked away like I was nothing.

It was fascinating. It was intoxicating.

It feels like a challenge now and I'll do anything to have her now, to break that stubborn spirit and make her mine.

I leaned back in the leather seat of my Bentley, my fingers drumming against my thigh, her jasmine scent still lingering in the air.

My body ached with the memory of her pressed against me in the club’s VIP, the taste of her lips, the way her breath hitched when I kissed her.

She’d wanted it, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

I felt it in the way her body responded, betraying her brave act. But she’d walked away, leaving me hard and restless, my ego bruised and my desire burning hotter than ever.

“Find out who those men were,” I said, my voice low, directed at my driver, Henryson. “The ones chasing her. I want names, debts, everything. Dig deep.”

“Yes, sir,” Henryson replied, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. He knew better than to question me.

I stared out the window, the city lights blurring past, my mind racing.

Serena was a puzzle, a challenge I hadn’t anticipated.

She wasn’t just another conquest; she is a desire.

My desire.

I'll settle her debts with those thugs, make her see she needs me. But for now, the hunger she has ignited in me needs to be calm, something to dull the edge of my frustration.

As we cruised down the neon-lit street, my gaze landed on three women walking towards a bar, their loud laughter cutting through the night.

They were stunning - long legs, tight dresses hugging every curve, radiating under the streetlights.

One had fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, another’s dark skin gleamed under the glow, and the third, a blonde, moved with seduction that promised trouble.

They were exactly what I needed to distract myself from Serena’s rejection.

“Stop the car,” I ordered, my voice sharp suddenly. Henryson pulled over smoothly, and I leaned forward, my eyes locked on the trio. “Go get them. Bring them to me.”

He nodded and stepped out without a word.

I watched as he approached the women, his broad frame and tailored suit commanding attention.

They turned, their laughter pausing as he spoke, gesturing towards the car.

The redhead tilted her head, intrigued, while the blonde whispered something to her friends, as a sly smile spread across her lips.

Moments later, Henryson returned, opening the back door as the three women sauntered over, their heels clicking in unison.

They slid into the car, their perfumes mingling - sweet, musky, intoxicating.

The redhead sat closest, her thigh brushing mine, deliberate and bold. The blonde settled in next, her eyes scanning me with shameless interest, while the third, with her dark, flawless skin, leaned back, her lips parted in a knowing smirk.

“Well, well,” the blonde purred, her voice dripping with honey. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight, Daniel Hawthorne.”

Her fingers trailed along the edge of her dress, drawing attention to her plunging neckline.

I smirked, leaning back, my gaze raking over her breasts.

They knew who I was - everyone in this city did.

My reputation preceded me, and they were already hooked. “Surprised?” I asked, my tone low, teasing. “I saw something I wanted. So here we are.”

The redhead laughed, making a throaty sound that sent a jolt through me.

“Oh, we’re more than happy to keep you company,” she said, her hand resting on my knee, her nails grazing my thigh through my trousers. “What’s the plan, handsome?”

“Drive,” I told Henryson, my eyes never leaving the women.

The car hummed to life, riding towards my mansion on the outskirts of the city.

I didn’t need to explain what I wanted - they already knew. The air in the car soon thickened with smokes and drinks, their giggles and laughter filling the space as they shifted closer.

The blonde moved first, bold and unapologetic.

As her fingers found the zipper of my trousers,undoing it with a practiced ease.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in.

My pulse quickened, heat surging through me as she freed me, her hand wrapping around my c**k as I groaned.

The redhead watched, her lips parting as she licked them, her eyes gleaming with hunger.

“f**k,” I muttered, my head tipping back as the blonde’s mouth replaced her hand, hot and eager.

She sucked my c**k with a skill that was almost mechanical, but it didn’t matter.

The sensation was electric, a temporary escape from the fire Serena had lit.

The redhead slid closer, her hands roaming my chest, unbuttoning my shirt to press her lips against my collarbone.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, while the third dark woman leaned in, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed my neck, her teeth grazing just enough to make me hiss.

The car hummed along, with the city lights fading as we neared my estate.

Their hands and mouths were everywhere, a blur of heat and pleasure, their giggles mixing with my low groans.

The redhead’s dress rode up, revealing a glimpse of breasts, and I pulled her closer as she unzipped her dress. She gasped as I gripped her hips, her body grinding against me, the friction driving me wild as I sucked on her breast hard.

The blonde didn’t stop, her mouth relentless, while the third woman whispered filthy promises in my ear, her voice a sultry purr.

It was chaos, raw and unrestrained, their bodies pressed against me, their scents overwhelming.

But even as I lost myself in them, Serena’s face flashed in my mind - her defiant eyes, her sharp words. These women were a distraction, a release, but they weren’t her.

They didn’t have her fire, her resistance, the way she made my blood sing with just a glance.

I pushed the thought away, focusing on the redhead’s boobs, the blonde’s mouth, the dark-skinned beauty’s hands, but it wasn’t enough. Not really.

We pulled up to my mansion, the gates opening silently as Henryson drove through.

The women barely noticed, too caught up in their game, our bodies filling the car.

As we stopped, I pulled the redhead closer, kissing her hard, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss.

She moaned into my mouth, her body arching against mine.

“Inside,” I said, my voice rough as I disentangled myself from them.

They giggled, straightening their dresses, their eyes gleaming with excitement as Henryson opened the door. They stepped out, their heels clicking on the marble driveway, already whispering about the night ahead.

I followed, adjusting my trousers, my mind still half on Serena. I’d have her, one way or another. She could run, but I’d find her. I always got what I wanted.

As we stepped into the mansion, the blonde turned, her smile wicked. “So, Daniel,” she said, her voice teasing, “what’s a man like you chasing tonight?”

I smirked, my eyes dark with intent. “Something I don't have yet,” I said, my voice low. “But I will.”