Chapter 6

Aria's POV.

He positioned himself between my legs, and in one sharp movement was inside me. He let out a low growl.

It wasn't slow or sweet.

It was damp, dirty, altogether and all. It was to be forbidden but God! What sweet this forbidden fruit was.

"Ahh, what you do to me?" he replied and continued with the pumping and I moaned and moaned.

I was about to get to my peak when he tossed me up, with ass on the wall, and never the slightest suggestion of me halting or halting. His strokes were quicker, quicker and my tits were going up and down.

Ahh... ahh... sigh. The emotion I was seeking swept over me like water washing away sin and I clamped my walls around him before I heard him grunt and he spilled - filled me up with him before falling to my side both our bodies shining with sweat.

You were not supposed to have done that, he said.

I did not answer, I just laughed, I had not yet lost consciousness of myself, I was still.

The pale light of the bedroom diffused the shadows on the walls when I was lying in the bed, and my body was still vibrating due to the strong experience. I was even able to experience the remnants of his touch, the memory of his thrusts in my head. There was no noise in the room, except the humming of the air conditioner and the breathing of my own breath.

I reflected on what had occurred, how forbidden our action was, and the more sweet it was. His manner of having handled me, throwing me on my back, and forcing me to rest against the wall as he hammered into me in the rear, had brought me to the brink of ecstasy. The feeling of his body against mine, the growls that he made, the touch of his sweat with mine, it was all so crude, so real.

I smiled as I lay there, my body still tingling because of the orgasm. The excitement of committing an act that was forbidden, the intensity of the physical relationship with him, made me alive, exhilarated.

The bed which had made a mess of itself during our love-making seemed to bear the mark of our action. I could feel the trembling of his movements, the ringing of his voice, asking, AHH, what you do to me? It was one of pure, naked, unalloyed enjoyment, such as I had been seeking to obtain, such as had been poured down upon me like water cleansing away sin.

I looked at him who was lying next to me, and his body was shiny with sweat, and his breathing gradually came back to its usual pace. The expression in his eyes when he told me, You were not to have done that, was that of the gamester, and temptation, as though he knew just what he had done to me, how he had brought me to the brink and over it.

I smiled, the words being scarcely heard in the dimly-lit room. There was no need for words. The experience was self-explanatory. I could not forget the intimacy that we shared at that moment, the physical and emotional bonding.

When I started to fall asleep, the feelings still in my mind, I was thankful to have had the experience, the unedited passion that we had made love. The low light bedroom, the post-coital light, the consequences of our illicit affair - all that would become a part of a memory I would treasure.

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I got up in the morning with a pounding headache and to find the side beside me cold and he was gone and the door of the bathroom opened and the slight smell of his cologne lingered in the room.

The light-dappled curtains had showered sunlight in, and cut the blues of the window to gold. I had slept with a stranger, but on the best night of my life my life had melted away--thin air. I was still fresh out of bed and my head was still in the clouds.

I attempted to close the curtains behind the gap, and the truth about what had passed struck me on the face.

I understood that I spent the night at strangers, faces I could never remember, but that this night had left a mark in the innermost part of my life. It was a night that had melted out of smoke, disappeared into thin air, leaving me with a certain sense of loss and confusion.

By the time I was able to rouse myself out of the bed, my head was still cloudy, in the fragments of dreams, and whatever reality had laid down on my brain.

I attempted to draw the curtains aside, to close the staring hole of what had occurred, but the reality struck me across the face: I was not the person I thought I was.

The recollection of the experience started with me picking myself with the assistance of a stranger. I do not know his name, or what he was like, I said to myself, and the emptiness of him seemed to me.

I was compelled to deal with myself when I realized that my life was changed because of words that I could not even remember.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom with every step full of dread. My mouth fell open in disbelief as I saw myself in the mirror.

My cheeks were full of hickeys, bruises with a tale of hard hands.

He had bitten my neck so hard in a bite that made deep dark marks that scarred my lips and made them swollen, shiny, and cold.

I had a body that was so messed up and confused and a canvas of a night that I could not read.

I took a deep breath, as the air swam my lungs, and turned, and looked at the bathtub full of unfamiliar, tepid water.

I got into the tub and allowed the water to engulf my shivering body. The lights faded, the world quieted down and I was left alone with my thoughts, what was done was done and I even remember him. Crying over spilt milk is no use.

The bath was a little good to relax my aching body but I must say it was the first time I said to myself " I have not felt this good in a long time.”

By the time I was finished bathing, I was out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped firmly around my body. My head ached a little with the liquor the previous night, and glimpses of the night returned to me in spurts, the music, the lights... and him.

That man.

I rubbed my temples and tried to remember his face, but that was all a blur, his voice, the way he touched me--bright, but far. When I awoke he had disappeared. No name, no note. Only mumbled and frowning linen.

I stared at the attire I had put on at the club. Tight. Short. Glittery. Certainly not what I could wear in the daytime out of this hotel room. Coupled with the hickeys.I sighed, unsure of what to do.

Then -- knock knock.

I jumped slightly.

Room service, called out of the door.

I opened it cautiously.

There were two employees there, one carrying a tray of food and the other one carrying neatly folded clothes. My brows furrowed.

I did not order anything, I said, at a loss.

One of them replied with a polite smile that it was the boss.

"your... boss?" I echoed. I had no idea who their boss was.