chapter 1

ANDRA

Passionate Bar 

I could already feel the alcohol kicking in after drinking quite a bit with my two friends. I realized I was left all alone at our table when I checked my phone for the time and any messages. It was exactly midnight. My eyes searched for those two, and I spotted them on the dance floor, already dancing with their own partners.

I had stopped dancing earlier because the dizziness was getting to me; I needed to compose myself first. I stood up, intending to go to the ladies' room, when I caught sight of two men walking in, followed by another one. That last guy who entered made me freeze. I couldn't help but stare as he walked inside.

He was tall, probably a six-footer and dressed entirely in black. His hair was brushed up and parted to the side, he wore a black stud earring, and I noticed a dark tattoo on the left side of his neck. But his eyes... they were intense and magnetic. He had this dangerous, commanding aura with every step he took.

I noticed him glance my way, snapping me out of my daze, so I quickly lowered my head and kept walking. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as the distance between us closed. Just as I was about to pass right by him, he caught me completely off guard, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me right in front of him.

Confused, I looked up at him, and my heart raced even faster. Shit. He was ridiculously handsome, and his presence was just too overwhelming.

"W-Why?" I asked, my voice coming out weak. He just stared at me in silence. Before I could process anything, he started walking, dragging me along with him since his grip on my hand remained tight.

I glanced back at my two friends, but they were too occupied with their dance partners, one of them was even making out already.

We headed upstairs and walked through a door, leaving his two companions outside. Inside, he finally let go of my hand and took a seat on a black sofa. He leaned back, his intense gaze locked onto me. I suddenly felt awkward and self-conscious just standing there. I felt like I had instantly sobered up just because of this guy's mere presence.

He slowly took off his coat, leaving him in a sleek black long-sleeved shirt. Wait, hold on, what exactly is he planning to do?

"Come here."

"Huh? W-What I mean is... why did you bring me here?" I asked, gathering whatever courage I had left. My breath hitched when he casually pulled out a gun and placed it on the side table.

He ignored my question. Instead, he grabbed the bottle of liquor on the table and poured a drink. He downed it in one shot, poured another glass, and held it out to me.

"Don't play with me."

"Huh?" Wait, my brain is lagging. What is he talking about? Am I really just too drunk to comprehend what's happening?

Before I knew it, he stood up and towered over me. I instinctively stepped back until I was pinned against the cold wall. He held the glass right up to my lips. The harsh scent of alcohol immediately invaded my nose, making me squeeze my eyes shut as my stomach churned.

"Drink."

He commanded, his warm breath fanning against my ear, making my eyes snap open. I parted my lips, and he tipped the glass, forcing the strong liquor down my throat. By the second gulp, I choked. I was about to wipe my mouth, but my eyes went wide in shock when he suddenly captured my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. He carelessly dropped the glass to the floor, the thick carpet muffling the sound and keeping it from shattering.

I was completely frozen in place as his tongue expertly parted my lips, dominating the kiss. As I yielded to him, I inhaled his intoxicating scent, and a sudden, scorching heat flared throughout my body, fueled by his raw aggression and his restless, wandering hands. With swift, practiced movements, he effortlessly unhooked my bra. In a heartbeat, his hand slipped beneath the fabric, boldly claiming my bare breast with a firm, possessive grip.

He paid equal attention to both, and I felt like I was completely losing my mind from the sheer pleasure of it. The sensations overwhelming me were incredibly intense. I had never experienced anything like this before. It turns out it hits completely different when it's actually happening to you in real life, rather than just watching it or reading about it in stories.

Without warning, he lifted me up and set me down on the low center table, carelessly sweeping the liquor bottle and glasses aside. In one fluid motion, he pulled down my skirt, leaving me exposed in nothing but my thin lace panties.

Shit! Is this it? Am I really going to lose my v tonight?

His dark, serious eyes locked onto mine for a moment before his heavy gaze slowly trailed downward. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a soft gasp when his hand traced my core. Even through the thin barrier of my underwear, I could vividly feel the heat and teasing pressure of his fingers.

He just pulled aside my panty and brought his finger to his mouth and wet it with saliva, and then inserted it inside me.

"Aaa...!"I arched my back, he spread my two thighs even wider, and right there I felt his tongue playing with my pussy. 

I don't know what to do anymore because of the mixed feelings and of course the intense arousal. It's a good thing I washed and changed my panties earlier so my pussy smells good. 

He wasn't satisfied yet, he placed my two thighs on his shoulders, while my elbows were propped on the table. My eyes would roll back every time he sucked and it was as if he was sipping all my juices because I was already very wet. 

If I had only known that it was really this good, I would have let my pussy be eaten a long time ago. Crazy that it's even with someone I don't know.

But my senses were awakened because of the consecutive knocking.

"Andra!"

"Andra!"

"Are you there?"

"Andra!"

"Fuck!"

I looked at the man who cursed softly and stood up, I stood up as well and fixed my clothes. My knees were still trembling while I was putting on my skirt, I felt so weak. I approached the door after fixing myself.

Before I went out, I looked back at the man whose back was turned to me, waiting for him to stop me, but he didn't. So I left.