Chapter Two.

By the time the sunsets and the moon takes her place, illuminating the sky in all her natural splendour.

I am drunk. 

No, scratch that. 

I am shitfaced. 

Sitting at the bar nestling a glass of whiskey.

My mind is clouded by waves of fog from the alcohol I've consumed, blocking out all the emotions that are screaming in my head.

I lick my lips, taking another sip from my glass, finishing the last mouthful. I savour the feeling of the amber liquid as it glides down the back of my throat, setting fire to every inch of my body it caresses and I feel my body go lax with ease. 

Men in pricey tailor suits crowd the bar. Cigars are heavily being smoked as a powerful aromatic scent lingers in the air.

I look down at my hands, turning them over as I inspect my wrists for any bruises. The safety of my home at the mansion is shattered. Toxic fear engulfs me as I press the screams that want to be heard back down.

I am alone.

I have nowhere to go and the thought of being alone scares the shit out of me. 

"I'll have a Guinness." A rich deep voice cuts through my train of thought. 

I turn my head to the side, taking in the hottest man my eyes have ever laid upon. He casts me a sidelong glance and my breath catches when our eyes collide. 

Emerald green eyes with flecks of amber have never looked so smouldering hot up until now. Fire licks my skin as I feel his gaze sweep over me. 

"Are you here alone?"

He has an accent that makes him even more alluring, his voice is deep, dominant and downright fucking sexy. 

Fuck me!

My conscience screams. 

I lick my lips, my eyes devouring him. "Yes," I say breathlessly. 

A singular word reply is all I am capable of. 

However, it is precisely that singular word that has the potential to get me in a whole new world of trouble.

I quickly realise that the longer he stares at me, he makes me nervous with the possibility of spending another minute in his company.  I swallow the small murmurs of my body yielding to the electrifying sparks coursing through my veins as his hand brushes against mine.

A lopsided smirk spreads across his face. "Mind if I join you?" 

I scoff, 'Sure if you have a death wish.' I think to myself. 

But then I remember that the Esposito family wouldn't dare step foot in an Irish bar. 

"Bad blood." Ace would mutter every time we'd walk or drive past the building. 

"What, no pretty lady or a group of friends waiting for you?" I give him a challenging look.

(No) "Hayir, my friends will just have to entertain themselves without my presence." He flicks me a cheeky wink, eliciting a smirk from me. 

I bite the corner of my lower lip. 

I'm free from Ace. 

But I'll never truly be free of him until I remove his scent and touch from my body. I allow my eyes to drink him in even further and I conclude that he'll just have to do.

I mean, he looks like he knows how to fuck. A man dressed in a three-piece tailor suit with looks that could kill any red-blooded woman can get all the pussy he wants, whenever he needs it. 

Yes, this man definitely knows how to fuck. 

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and peer up at him.  

"I have a better idea." I stand and tiptoe, leaning into him. "How about we get out of here and get to know one another on a more intimate level?" I purr, allowing my hot breath to fan the shell of his ear. 

I pull back, praying to the Gods to let this man be crazy enough to agree. 

He stares back at me through narrowed eyes in utter silence and I slowly start to cower under his intense gaze. 

"I don't usually fuck women I meet within the first five minutes. But something about you intrigues me and your innocence is making my cock hard as a rock." His voice is raspy as a pussy purring grin touches his eyes. 

"I must warn you, kedi yavrusu." (Kitten) He takes ahold of my hand and places it over his groin. 

I gasp. His hard cock twitches beneath my hand and I fear that he may be too much for me to handle. 

"After tonight you'll be begging for more. I'll ruin for any other man but one taste is all you'll ever get." 

"One taste?" I ask breathlessly. 

(Yes) "Evet, I never fuck the same women twice." He growls and I liquefy in his presence. 

"One taste is all I need." 

One taste should be sufficient to ignite my body and extinguish Ace's touch for all eternity. A night of steamy licentious escapades is a risk I am willing to accept in order to accomplish that.

I stand by the bed with my head bowed.

Keeping my attention to the floor as the alcohol-infused haze slowly starts to lift. My jaw clenches and the longer I am in the presence of this man, the more I begin to question my motives.

He has three rules:

No names are to be exchanged. 

No personal details are to be told.

And.

No crying or begging for more than I can handle is allowed. 

His expensive leather shoes come into my line of vision. His fingertips grip my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Tonight your orgasms and cries of pleasure belong to me. If you make a move to touch yourself without my permission I will spank that ripe little pussy of yours until you beg me to let you cum."

I yank my chin from his grip. 

He is staking his claim and I feel my pussy walls clench with anticipation. 

"Tonight I offer myself freely to you. But in return, all I ask is that you don't stain my skin with a vicious dominance that will scar me for life." 

I am hit with a wave of anxiety as I think of the vicious dominance Ace holds over me in the bedroom. Marking my skin with heinous bruises and crippling my body with aches that last for days. 

His hands skim the sides of my arms, "I'm a generous lover, kedi yavrusu (kitten). The only vicious thing I plan on doing to you is imprinting this night in the back of your head forever." He says hoarsely.

He picks me up, bridal style. Positioning me on the edge of the bed as he removes my shoes and clothes from my body. I sit bare naked before him and as his greedy eyes feast upon me, he mutters.

"Bir tat asla yeterli olmayabilir."

(One taste may never be enough.)