Chapter 2

~ Sylara's POV ~

"Don't come any closer!" I yelled, my voice trembling as the stranger took a slow, deliberate step toward me.

He stopped, his hands sliding into the pockets of his tailored suit as his eyes locked on mine, sharp and unreadable.

"Do you know how inappropriate it is to enter someone’s room like this?" I demanded, but my voice cracked, betraying my nerves.

He arched an eyebrow. "Inappropriate? You’re the one lying in my bed, uninvited," he said, his tone dangerously calm.

Up close, he looked like a man in his early forties—mature, refined, and so sinfully handsome it made my pulse quicken. I shook my head, forcing the thought away. I should be telling him to leave, not admiring him.

"You’re mistaken, mister. This is my room. You’re the one who barged in. You should leave!" I snapped, pointing at the door with a shaky hand.

“Interesting.” He adjusted his glasses.

Damn, they made him look even more breathtaking.

"I only stepped out to move my car, only to come back and find a little girl sprawled across my bed, claiming it as hers. Amusing, isn’t it?”

"No, it's not! I'm going to call my best friend to come here right now. She is going to prove to you that this room belongs to me!" I said.

He smirked and nodded his head. "Go ahead then. Call your so-called friend," he nudged his head.

I searched for my bag and thankfully it was lying next to me on the king-sized bed. I took my phone from my bag and made a call to Ashley.

She answered immediately. "Lara, where are you? I'm already at our hotel room," she said loudly from my phone speaker.

It was then it hit me like ice water that I had entered a different room. The décor, the furniture, the sheer opulence—this wasn’t our modest hotel suite. This was a place for powerful men. Dangerous men.

"So it's confirmed," he said softly. "You’re the one who came into my room uninvited."

Before I could answer, his hand gripped my chin, forcing a gasp from my lips. His touch was firm, almost bruising.

"Who the hell sent you to me?" he growled.

"What are you saying? I only mistakenly entered your room because I was drunk," I said, but he didn't believe me.

He held my jaw tightly such that it stung. "I won't buy your lies even if you reek of alcohol. Who sent you to me? You better start talking before I snap your neck!" he threatened.

Fear gripped me. I only came to Cabo to get away from my breakup with Alfred and probably prove to him that he was the problem and not me. I didn't even get to achieve that, and now a strange handsome man was threatening to snap my neck.

"I asked again. Who sent you?!" his voice roared, forcing me to start crying.

"No one sent me. I'm innocent of whatever you're thinking. I'm not a spy. I'm just a final-year student who's trying to heal from a breakup. I'm not a spy, believe me," I said between tears.

"I'm innocent," I whimpered as his eyes locked into mine.

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes reading my face. Then, slowly, he released my jaw, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

"I'm going to give you a second to leave. Get up from that bed and make sure you don't look back," he ordered.

This was the perfect opportunity to flee from this dangerous man. Everything about him screamed danger. From his aura to the way he spoke notified me that he was a man not to be messed with.

Despite that, he was giving me a chance to escape from him, to run away from him... But why was I still sitting on his bed rather than running away?

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me asking you to leave?" his deep, dangerous voice spoke again.

Maybe he's the one that I have been waiting for. The man who would make me feel pleasures that Alfred didn’t make me feel. Maybe he's the perfect man to prove to Alfred that I have no problem with my womanhood.

"Listen kid. I got plenty..."

"Do you want to have sex with me?" I cut him short.

For a moment, he looked stunned at my words. And after staying quiet for a few seconds, he uttered the harsh words.

"Get out," he said.

"It's just going to be a one-night stand and I promise after today, you won't see me again. Have sex with me," I pleaded, because I needed to know why I couldn't even get wet whenever Alfred touched me.

"Did someone put you up to this?" he asked.

Here he goes again, acting all suspicious. I don't know the kind of life he was living, but he should know that I wasn't whatever he was thinking.

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear you. Take your bag and leave. I'm dead serious."

He turned as if to leave, but I grabbed his wrist. His hand was big and warm, with fine dark hairs catching the light. This strange man was manly—sinfully masculine. I imagined, for a moment, how manly he might be down there.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked. Surprisingly, he didn't use his deep, dangerous tone on me.

"My boyfriend broke up with me," I began. "He insulted my womanhood. He called me a stick, a non-living thing all because I can't get turned on whenever he touched me," I sniffled, remembering all the insults Alfred had laid on me before calling it quit.

"I want to know if there's something actually wrong with me. I want to know if there's a problem with my womanhood and that's why I can't get turned on. Touch me... I want to know if I'm actually the problem or not," I said softly.

But he stayed quiet, staring at me like I was his favourite TV show.

"I promise after tonight you won't see me again. I don't live in Cabo. I live in...."

My words ended in a gasp as his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss was rough, urgent and devouring. Nothing like Alfred’s tepid kisses. He tasted of heat and control and something I couldn’t name. His mouth devoured mine.

"Open up for me, Little Flower," he growled against my lips, the words sending a shiver through me.

I parted my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth, his hand moving to my breasts.

As his hand squeezed my breasts, my body ran cold, and goosebumps I never thought I had appeared on my skin.

His tongue delved deeper into my mouth as he peeled off the gown I was wearing from my shoulders.

My gown fell and stopped right on my abdomen. He then unhooked my bra, peeling it off from my skin, and in the blink of an eye, he buried himself on my breast—he sucked my breast. 

"Fuck," I moaned softly, as I felt the gate of pleasure opening up for me. I felt my liquid drop to my panties.

My very first arousal.

Alfred was wrong after all.

Nothing was wrong with me. Nothing was wrong with my womanhood. I just needed a man who would do it the right way, and that man is the stranger that buried his mouth inside my nipples.

Do I hate it? No, I don't. I love it so much because I've never felt this way before.

The stranger returned to my lips, kissing me hotter and harder, pulling the rest of my gown off. I was left in only my panties, trembling.

His hands began walking to my thighs until he got to my panties, drawing lazy circles over the fabric at my center.

"AHH," I moaned, my hips jerking at the contact.

"Let's make this real quick. Spread your legs wide open for me, Little Flower," he ordered, voice like velvet over steel.

I didn't argue. I spread my legs wide open to the extent that I felt my entrance stretching.

"Very good, Little Flower," he spoke in his deep voice as he took off my panties. My wetness dropped on the bed.

"You're so fucking wet," he said as he teased my pussy with his fingers. My body hitched at his touch, and more of my wetness dropped on the bed.

"I guess your so-called boyfriend is the one who has a problem," his deep voice spoke again, as one of his fingers entered me.

My eyes went shut and my nails tugged into the bed sheet. My whole body reacted to his touch. I have never been so desperate to be touched... to be fucked.

"I love how you’re dripping for me, Little Flower," he murmured, sliding another finger inside my pussy.

"Gawd!" I cried, teetering on the edge of something sharp and sweet. My body tensed up. I need him to fuck me... to ruin me.

"Please," I begged, my hips moving helplessly against his hand.

"Please what?" he teased, adding another finger. My brain almost flew out of the window. It felt like I was about to die from excessive pleasure.

"Please, fuck me," I gasped. "Ruin me. I’m all yours!"