3

Chapter 3

Aria's POV

He lifted me off his lap gently and stood up.

He was tall. Really tall. He towered over me even in my heels‚ and up close the breadth of his shoulders and the way his suit stretched across his chest made my mouth water. He pulled out a black card‚ walked to the bar‚ and said something to the bartender who nodded and handed him a key.

He came back and took my hand. His palm was warm and rough against mine as he led me through the crowd toward the back of the club where the VIP rooms were. The hallway was dimmer here‚ the music muffled‚ and with every step my heart was pounding harder.

He unlocked the door and we stepped inside. The room was simple. A large bed with dark sheets‚ dim lighting‚ a lock on the door. He closed it behind us and turned the lock‚ and the click of it echoed in the quiet.

We stood there facing each other for a moment. Two strangers in masks in a locked room with nothing between us but the decision we'd already made.

"Last chance to walk away‚" he said.

"I don't want to walk away."

He closed the distance between us in one step and his mouth was on mine. He kissed me hard and deep‚ one hand gripping the back of my neck and the other pulling me against him by my waist. I kissed him back just as hard‚ my fingers gripping his suit jacket as I pressed my body against his and felt his cock straining against his pants.

He pushed me against the wall without breaking the kiss and I gasped as my back hit the surface. His mouth moved to my neck and he kissed and sucked the skin there while his hands ran down my sides and gripped my thighs.

"You taste incredible‚" he groaned against my throat.

"Take off your clothes‚" I breathed‚ already pulling at his jacket.

We undressed each other in a frenzy that was all hands and heavy breathing and the sounds of fabric hitting the floor. I yanked his jacket off and he unzipped my dress while I loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt while I pushed it off his shoulders and my hands finally found his bare chest.

God. He was sculpted. Hard muscle everywhere‚ warm skin stretched over a body that was built for power and dominance. I ran my hands down his abs while he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside‚ and then my breasts were pressed against his bare chest and we both groaned at the skin-on-skin contact.

His pants came off next and I looked down and my breath literally stopped.

He was big. Not just big. He was long and thick and hard‚ his cock standing straight up and already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him and he hissed through his teeth as I stroked him slowly from base to tip.

"Fuck‚" he growled‚ his hips pushing into my hand. "Your hand feels so good."

"Wait till you feel my mouth‚" I whispered.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and looked up at him through my mask. His chest was heaving and his fists were clenched at his sides as he watched me. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock slowly‚ tasting the saltiness of his precum‚ and he made a sound that was barely human.

"Shit‚" he groaned. "Don't tease me."

I didn't. I opened my mouth and took him in‚ sliding my lips down his shaft as far as I could while my tongue worked the underside. He was so thick that my jaw stretched to take him and I could feel him hitting the back of my throat as I bobbed my head.

"Oh fuck‚" he moaned‚ and his hand came down to grip my hair. Not pushing‚ just holding. Like he needed something to anchor himself. "Just like that. Fuck‚ just like that."

I sucked him harder‚ hollowing my cheeks while I stroked what I couldn't fit in my mouth with my hand. His thighs were shaking and his grip on my hair was getting tighter and his breathing was getting ragged and fast.

"I'm gonna cum‚" he warned‚ his voice strained. "Fuck‚ I'm gonna—"

I didn't pull back. I took him deeper and sucked harder and he cursed loudly as his cock pulsed in my mouth and he came. I swallowed everything‚ licking him clean while he shuddered above me with his hand still tangled in my hair.

"Jesus Christ‚" he panted‚ staring down at me. "Who the hell are you?"

I smiled and wiped my mouth as I stood up. "Nobody. Remember?"

He grabbed me and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bed‚ laying me down on my back. He stood over me and looked at my body spread out on the dark sheets‚ and even through his mask I could feel the hunger in his gaze.

"My turn‚" he said‚ and his voice was low and promising.

He got on his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him by my thighs until my legs were draped over his shoulders. His mouth found the inside of my thigh first‚ kissing and biting softly while I squirmed underneath him. He was so close to where I needed him but he kept teasing‚ his lips moving higher inch by inch while I fisted the sheets.

"Please‚" I whimpered. "Stop teasing."

"Say it again."

"Please."

His mouth finally landed on my pussy and I arched off the bed so hard I almost came right then. His tongue was hot and wet‚ licking me in long slow strokes before circling my clit and sucking gently. My hands flew to his head and gripped his hair as my moans filled the room.

"Oh my God‚" I gasped‚ my thighs tightening around his head. "Oh fuck‚ that feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He didn't stop. He ate me like he was starving‚ his tongue pushing inside me before flicking back up to my clit while his hands held my thighs apart. I was shaking all over‚ my hips grinding against his face‚ chasing the release that was building fast and hard inside me.

"I'm close‚" I cried out‚ pulling at his hair. "I'm so close‚ right there‚ right there—"

He sucked my clit hard and pushed two fingers inside me at the same time and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me so hard that I screamed‚ my back arching off the bed and my thighs clamping around his head while he kept licking me through it. Wave after wave hit me until I was trembling and gasping and pushing at his head because it was too much.

He pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand‚ looking down at me with satisfaction written all over his body language.

"Good?" he asked‚ and the smugness in his voice made me want to slap him and fuck him at the same time.

"Get inside me‚" I demanded‚ still catching my breath. "Now."

He climbed over me and positioned himself between my legs. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance and we both paused for just a second‚ breathing hard‚ foreheads almost touching.

"You ready?" he murmured.

"Fuck me."

He pushed inside me in one deep stroke and I cried out so loud that anyone walking past that door definitely heard me. He was so big that it took my body a moment to adjust‚ the stretch burning in the most delicious way while he held himself still above me‚ giving me time.

"You okay?" he asked‚ his voice tight with restraint.

"Move‚" I breathed. "Please move."

He pulled back and thrust into me again‚ deep and hard‚ and my eyes rolled back. He set a rhythm that was slow at first‚ each stroke deliberate and full‚ his cock dragging against every nerve inside me until I was a moaning mess underneath him.

"Harder‚" I begged‚ wrapping my legs around his waist. "Fuck me harder."

He gave me what I asked for. His pace picked up‚ his hips snapping against mine while the bed creaked beneath us and the headboard tapped the wall. I was so wet that every thrust made an obscene sound and neither of us cared.

"You feel so fucking good‚" he growled against my neck as he pounded into me. "So tight. So wet. Fuck."

"Don't stop‚" I moaned‚ digging my nails into his back. "You're so deep. Oh my God‚ you're so deep—"

He grabbed one of my legs and pushed it up toward my chest‚ changing the angle‚ and I actually screamed. He was hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl and my whole body shake.

"Right there?" he asked‚ thrusting harder.

"YES! Right there‚ oh fuck‚ right there—"

I came so hard that I couldn't even make a sound. My mouth opened but nothing came out as my whole body locked up around him‚ clenching and pulsing while the orgasm tore through me like lightning. He fucked me through it‚ not slowing down‚ not letting up‚ and before I could even come down from the first one a second orgasm hit me right on top of it and I screamed his — well‚ nothing‚ because I didn't know his name.

"Fuck‚ I'm cumming‚" he groaned a few thrusts later‚ and his hips stuttered as he buried himself deep and came inside me with a guttural moan that vibrated through both our bodies.

We stayed like that for a moment‚ tangled together‚ breathing hard‚ sweaty and spent. I could feel his cock still twitching inside me and his cum warm between my thighs and it should have been gross but it wasn't. It felt primal and raw and exactly like what I needed tonight.

He pulled out slowly and collapsed beside me on the bed while we both stared at the ceiling trying to remember how to breathe.

"Holy shit‚" I whispered.

"Yeah‚" he agreed. "Holy shit."

We lay there for a minute in silence. Then I turned over and pushed him onto his back and swung my leg over him. He looked up at me and his hands found my hips immediately.

"Again?" he asked‚ and I could hear the grin in his voice.

"I want to be on top this time."

"Be my guest."

I reached between us and grabbed his cock. He was already getting hard again‚ which was impressive‚ and I stroked him until he was fully ready. Then I positioned myself over him‚ sank down slowly‚ and took every inch of him inside me while we both moaned.

His cock was stretching me so deep that I forgot my own name.

I planted my palms on his chest and rolled my hips in slow‚ filthy circles before slamming back down on him. The wet sound of our bodies connecting filled the room while the bass thumped through the VIP walls.

"Fuck‚" he groaned beneath me as his fingers dug into my hips. "Just like that. Don't fucking stop."

I bounced faster while my moans spilled out shameless and broken. He was hitting that spot inside me over and over‚ making my thighs tremble as I clenched around him.

His hands slid up my stomach and found my breasts. He squeezed them rough and greedy‚ rolling my nipples between his fingers while I whimpered and ground down harder on his cock.

"Goddamn‚" he growled. "You're going to milk me dry."

"I can't help it‚" I moaned‚ because he felt too good inside me. Too thick. Too deep. "Your cock feels so fucking good."

"Yeah? Come here."

His fingers wrapped around my throat and tilted my face down to his as his other hand slid behind my neck and dragged me to his mouth. I whimpered against his lips while I kept rocking on his cock‚ and the new angle made him slide even deeper inside me.

"Oh God‚" I gasped. "Right there. Fuck—yes—"

Then his fingers caught the edge of my mask and yanked it off.

I ripped his away too because I was desperate to see the man who was making me feel like this.

Our eyes met. Grey. Familiar. Horrifyingly familiar.

I screamed.