I’m not interested

Irene’s POV

His Adam's apple bobbed as his arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer.

“Touch it. See what you’ve done to me.” Guiding my hand, he let me rest it against his pants.

Brushing my finger against his hot bulge, I stiffened.

God, I need this. Him.

We didn’t utter one more word to each other as he held my hand, pulling me through the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor, while I trotted after him.

His strides were impatient, my breath uneven.

Massaging the skin above my chest, I prayed I wouldn't squirt before we got to wherever we were going.

And the moment we got into the elevator, he glanced at me.

“Stop doing that.” He ordered.

I paused with my hand movement, my brows folding.

“That thing you’re doing near those fucking tits.”

Opening my mouth to say something, I closed it, too stunned to speak.

I’d say my bra size was a little below a C-cup and nothing to write home about if he was actually a boob guy.

Not all that attractive, at least to me.

“I don’t know—“

“You’d know what you’re doing to me. Soon, angel.” He croaked as the elevator slid open, and he technically dragged me into a hallway, and I followed with a thumping chest.

Looking around, it seemed we were headed to a private suite or something.

I didn’t actually realize it because of the excitement, but this could be dangerous.

He was a stranger. He could snuff the life out of me and throw my body in a fucking closet, and no one else would find out.

Slipping out my phone, I made to tap the SOS button in case of emergency when everything blurred in my vision.

The minute he threw the door open and then closed, taking off his jacket, adrenaline rushed through my body, brushing those security thoughts out of my mind.

The room was dimly lit, the warm golden light spilling across the handsome devil’s face and casting our shadows on the walls.

“Come here,” he husked, and I shivered.

Probably because the alcohol was wearing off, but I saw him clearly now.

Raven hair falling in thick waves over his face, a straight pencil-shaped nose, topaz eyes, and that perfect jawline.

Fuck. He looked like a mini god drenched in sin as his lips parted and he inched closer.

“Don’t make me come get you.”

I stayed still. Unmoving. Even if my panties were already soaking wet.

There’s this kink I’ve always had, which Neil couldn’t handle even with a gun to his head.

It was getting forced on, dominated, by a man in bed.

A big boy like this one in front of me was the icing on the cake.

I hated to admit I was this sick, but getting tied to the bed or being in cuffs while someone ruined my pussy till I begged for more actually turned me the fuck on.

“You’re a stranger.” I started.

“How do I know you don’t plan on choking me out and dumping my body if I come over?” I asked, making sure to twirl the tip of my hair around my finger as my other finger trailed the line in between my breasts.

All the while I maintained eye contact with him.

I hope he didn’t misunderstand in any way that I was actually scared of him.

Even my tone didn’t sound like that.

I just wanted to feel forced on. God, I hope he played along.

His jaw tightened, pushing his fingers through his hair, he closed the distance between us.

“What are you playing at, girl? Can’t you see…?”

He tapped the fly of his pants, and I swallowed, watching the bulge under his pants grow.

My clenching down there became painful, and I squeezed my thighs together, staggering a bit.

“I’m—

My breath caught as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare.

“I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door.

With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation.

Wasn’t he coming? The urge to look over my shoulder and check if he’s moved yet came over me.

And I did.

When our eyes met, I shuddered on seeing raw need dance in his eyes.

I turned back around, my heart pounding in my ears as I twisted the doorknob.

Then and there I felt the shift in the air, his shadow falling over me as he edged closer, and my hand froze around the doorknob.

By the time he reached to wrap his strong arms around my waist, trapping me against himself, I was already panting with expectation.

“Fuck, so you love the chase? I can do a lot more than that if it means I get to tap this ass.”

Dirty words? Fuck yeah.

Burying his face in my hair, he sniffed me.

“Rose. Vanilla. Honey. I knew it. I knew you’d smell so sweet.” He groaned into my ear, and my knees shook as I tilted my head, giving him more room.

Pressing my butt into the roughness of his pants, his bulge burned my skin, but I let the sensation run freely through my system.

“Let go of me,” I almost moaned.

Running his hands down my thighs, he stopped at my calves.

“If you say it like you mean it, then…”

In the blink of an eye, he spun me around, controlling my thighs to wrap around his waist, and he pinned me against the door.

I gasped, my whole body trembling as he pushed me up with his waist, securing me there.

“I’ll scream, I’m telling you.”

Since he positioned me above himself, I got the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to stare down at this Greek god as he wet his lips, swallowing hard.

“As long as it’s when I’m inside you. I don’t mind.” He croaked, leaning in to drag his hot, wet tongue up my neck, and my toes curled.

I bit down on my lips, stopping myself from sobbing at the ecstasy pulsing through my head.

My inner walls contracted as if they were saving me from the excess wetness pooling down there.

Shutting my eyes, my skin tingled from pleasure before my traitorous phone beeped.

I ignored it, angling my neck and letting his hot, wet tongue mark my skin.

My phone beeped again, and he paused.

“It seems urgent.” He said without pulling away, and I cursed the day I came across this phone at a store.

“No, it’s just a notification,” I mumbled.

He only replied with an “Mmmh” as his assault continued up my ear, and he licked my earlobes, both his fingers pressing into the softness of my thigh.

My phone rang with a furious buzz, and he stopped this time, gently placing me on my feet.

“Pick it up.” He gestured at my handbag.

I managed to hold myself back from slamming my head against the door in disappointment as he stepped away.