CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER TWO

CAROLINE

The club blurs into a haze of booze, bodies, heartbeats, laughter and bad decisions.

He seems like danger. I should turn away. I should not let him see me, but I’m so hurt, and my heart is so heavy. I just want to forget, even for a moment. I want peace. I want to forget what my best friend and boyfriend have done to me.

I’m done catering to them. I am done being the same woman, the coward, the idiot who would have forgiven their transgressions, the fool who would have continued the relationship. I want to be different, and that starts with him.

The club’s bass syncs with my pulse, and I smile at him.

I recognise him immediately. We bumped into each other twice today, and maybe this is fate, maybe this is destiny. I don’t try to hide my sadness or rage. My heart is racing, and my whole body is trembling. 

I look at him with intent, and he looks at me with hunger, but he doesn’t make the first move. Men like him don’t beg women. Women fall to their knees for him. He’s a huge man, with broad shoulders, big hands, and a dangerous aura. I’m lithe, and he would break me. Somehow, I look forward to that.

However, he can’t help the allure. I know I’m beautiful. I watch as he studies me, probably noticing the difference in our sizes, or my flushed face and messy hair.

I wait for a second, then get up and walk towards him, holding his gaze. I need a good fucking tonight. I need to forget.

He watches me strut towards him, and he can’t hide his smile.

Well, well, well.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I go straight to the point.

He bites back my smile, “And, go where?”

I shrug, “Anywhere with a bed.”

“Hm,” he growls, chest rumbling, and the sound goes straight to my core.

“You should think about this very well. I might just break you.” He warns, running his gaze over my body.

Want pounds in my ears, loud and drowning.

“I don’t mind. Now, are we going to stay here all night, or are you going to fuck me?” I flash a grin, need floods my veins.

I watch as his gaze lingers on my face, and I look away, hoping he doesn’t see how much I’ve cried. I don’t need a therapy session. I just want sex.

Suddenly, he gets up and takes my hand in his. I inhale sharply, goosebumps breaking over my skin, and he smiles, pleased to see the effect he has on me.

He makes a call to one of the most luxurious hotels. From the watch on his wrist, the rings stacked on his fingers, and the way he speaks, he probably owns the hotel, and more. He drives me there, and I’m impatient. He walks to the door and opens it. I step in and quickly discard my robe.

He turns around and finds me in lingerie.

He growls hungrily and reaches for me.

“How do you want me?” He whispers against my neck, running his full lips over it.

“Hard, rough, relentless.” I exhale shakily, and he grins.

He leads me to the bed, then pulls out his cock. He settles against the bedframe and orders, “Choke on my cock, dove.”

My eyes widen, but I don’t run. 

His cock is massive, throbbing and glistening. He’s gonna break me, and I’m gonna like it.

I crawl towards him and grab his cock with one hand, while fondling his balls with the other. My chest expands as I groan softly. Then, I take him in my mouth and slowly run my tongue over him, lathering him with spit, before proceeding to choke on it, just like I need.

He throws his head backwards and allows me to set the pace for now.

He groans, and I fondle his balls and suck his tip hard. I tease and edge him, but he doesn’t seem to have time for that because he threads his fingers through my hair, holds it tight, spreads his legs, and he fucks my mouth hard.

He is unforgiving, hard and rough like I wanted. 

My eyes water, and I grind my cunt on the bed as he fucks my mouth, pushing in deep, touching the back of my throat.

I sink my fingers into his thick thigh and deepthroats him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, cumming hard, his knees bucking.

I suck every drop of cum from his dick and pull away with a Pop.

Hungrily, he reaches for me and tears my lingerie to shreds.

He lines his hard, huge cock with my soaked core and pushes in without preamble.

I’m wet enough to take him easily, but still I gasp, eyes wide, and I arch off the bed.

My fingers dig into his arm, hard enough to draw blood as he pushes all of his massive length in me.

His dick glides against my inner walls, and I clench hard around him. The feel of him, bare, in me, makes me want to cry from so much pleasure.

He pulls out and slams back in.

I scream and cum, just from that.

My whole body trembles, and I cry softly cumming hard. I’m so sensitive as he fucks me in earnest, pushing as deep as he can go.

I’m wanton, meeting his thrusts, trying to keep up.

He wraps his hand around my throat, presses down on my clit and slams into me hard.

I take everything he’s giving me. He’s the respite I need before returning to my life.