Chapter 4

TARA'S POV

I took a long deep inhale as he made the first thrust.

He flipped me over, my legs on the bed with hips raised.

I yelped, breathing heavily.

It felt like my legs could collapse from the ruthless thrusts.

“You… ” I trailed as he spanked me, hard.

“Quiet. Spread,” he ordered. Voice low.

I didn't want to obey but my body obeyed, hips arched up.

He gripped my hair, firm but not painful, leaned closer and pressed a kiss on my neck.

I felt the hardness press against my folds. My insides clenched, dripping wet.

“What happened to the bold earlier, huh?” He asked and before I could open my mouth to defend myself, he thrust into me, fast, hard ….deep.

“Urgh,” I moaned, loud.

He kept thrusting. In, out, my breasts bouncing from each thrust. The room was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against mine.

His grip on my hair loosened and he held onto my hips pushing in deeper.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

The words came out rough, trembling with desire.

He thrust in deeper, faster until I felt like my body was about to hit climax. Heat pooled from my shoulders.

I shivered, trembling as it spread to my cunt. My core clenched and he rasped.

“You are so tight,” he breathed as he thrust in one last time, deep and powerful.

I moaned as my body shook, core clenched, heart pounding. My lips parted but no sound came out. It was like pleasure had sapped my voice away.

I felt him tremble, panting as we both reached climax.

He didn't pull away, he didn't back away, he poured his seeds into me and at that moment, I didn't care.

All that mattered was what was happening to me right now.

This was different than with Daniel. It was ecstatic.

He disentangled from me and my body fell flat on the bed, weak and satisfied.

My lashes flickered a bit and I could see him, he slumped on the bed, gaze fixed on me.

There was this strange glint that flashed in his eyes and disappeared before I could understand it.

I snapped my eyes shut letting sleep overtake me because tomorrow I would face my reality.

The next day, I was awoken by the sound of running water.

I groaned, forced my body up but I felt the world tilt for a second, I held the edge of the bed, steadying myself.

I glanced around the room and my eyes widened.

The blankets were on the floor, my panties were torn and my gown was on top of the lamp holder.

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of the previous night hit me like a storm.

The callboy, the entanglement……I immediately sprang up from the bed but the minute my legs touched the floor, I fell to the ground, weak and sore.

I heard the rushing water stop briefly and my breath hitched. If he was in the shower that meant he could be out anytime soon.

I immediately grabbed my purse, luckily, my phone was still in there with the cash I had brought with me.

I took out the entire cash and placed it on the table, while I immediately slid my gown on, stocked my torn panties into my purse and stormed towards the door.

I paused, turned around and saw a pen.

I glanced towards the bathroom and heard the water running again. I breathed out and tore a piece of paper, quickly wrote down a few words.

“Thank you. You did well.”

I wrote and dropped the piece of paper beside the cash, stared at it for a while before disappearing from the hotel.

Outside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Memories of the previous night replayed in my head and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

I didn't know whether to be impressed with my decision or be disappointed at the fact I broke my loyalty rule.

My phone beeped, a notification popped up, it was Ms Brown, the manager at Holloway museum.

“Prepare your art piece while you have your team inspect worthy arts to exhibit. We have an exhibition program.”

I exhaled.

Slid back my phone into my pocket and hailed a cab. The first cab driver I called passed me a weird look, slowed down a bit, assessed me longer then drove off.

I couldn't blame him, I would have done the same as a driver.

I didn't know what I looked like but I knew my hair was a mess, my skin was laced with red marks and my face was worse.

I hailed another cab, this time he stopped, passed me a strange look before asking where I was headed.

Ah yes, I hadn't thought of a place yet.

I couldn't return back to Daniel's mansion looking like this. I might not survive long enough to make the list of items for the exhibition.

“Hawkins street,” I said and the driver set off.

Hawkins street was the only option. My family lived there and they’d welcome me without asking too many questions.

I opened my phone to check recent trends, then saw a hidden message.

It was from the site I had logged in last night. The one I had contacted the callboy with.

I inhaled deeply. I didn't need this again. It was one time and I had no intention of going against my morals again.

I thought of deleting the tab but on second thought, I opened the message.

“Sorry Ma'am, your order was canceled at the last minute, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

I froze.

Read the message again… perhaps I read it wrong the first time.

But no, I didn't.

Cancelled?

If the callboy cancelled at the last minute, then who… who did I spend a night with?

My fingers turned white, blood drained off my face.

Did I spend a night with a total stranger?

A rogue from a bar?

Shit!