Chapter Two: No Bad Deed Goes Unpunished.

Eveline wasn’t sure how she got from the bar to this spacious, luxury high-rise apartment with the glass walls that overlooked the city’s skylight. But the stranger standing in front of her was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole.

“Something tells me this isn’t something you do on a regular,” he murmured. “I could call an Uber for you…”

She shook her head. “No. It’s exactly what I do. I go to seedy bars with lights that hurt the eyes and pick up strange men.”

He was taking off his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one as he watched her. Her throat felt dry—too dry. But she wasn’t going to chicken out now.

The last button came off, and his shirt slid to the ground with a whisper. Eveline gasped. His chest was covered in tattoos---intricate, beautiful tattoos.

He took a step closer, a wry smile tugging his lips. “Something wrong?”

“N-no,” she said quickly, her breath hitching as he stepped closer. She took one back, instinctively, but her back hit the wall. He was very close now, and she could feel his breath on her face and the heat radiating off his body. He tipped her chin with his index finger, gazing down at her with deep grey eyes that darkened the longer he stared.

“Good,” he murmured softly, “because it would be a shame. I plan to fuck you, Eve. Against this wall, with your hands tied behind your back and your toes barely touching the floor.” She shuddered when he traced a finger across the outline of her mouth, her lips parting slightly. “I intend to fill you up with my cock and listen to you scream, while I fuck you so hard you can barely breathe.”

“And then…” his hand slid down her arm, teasing the hem of her scrubs’ blouse. He pushed it up, resting his palm on her stomach. “I’m going to go down on my knees, with your legs wrapped around my head…” he tugged on her bra, deftly undoing the front clasps, “and eat you out until you’re coming in my mouth.”

“Do you understand?”

She could hardly nod. Or think. Or do anything at all.

He lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She whimpered as he cupped her chin, but the sound died as he kissed her.

Eveline’s head spun. His tongue thrust into her mouth, tasting every bit of the alcohol she had at the bar. He cupped her breasts with his larger, slightly rougher hand, teasing her nipples with his fingers. The callouses rubbed against her skin, and her nerves hummed loudly.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to nip her bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped, arching into him before he claimed her mouth again.

Eveline threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, begging for something she wasn’t sure of yet. She gasped as his mouth trailed to her neck, his tongue licking over her pulse point, sending shock waves through her body. He pinched her nipple lightly—and the mixture of pain and pleasure raked mercilessly through her body. “Mm…” a broken whimper slipped past her lips as her pussy pulsed and throbbed, needy and desperate for attention. “Please,” she begged.

His head dipped low, his tongue darting out to slide over her nipple. She felt it—wet and hot, tightening inside her. Eveline dug her fingers into his hair, scraping against his scalp as he cupped her breasts with both hands, taking her nipples at the same time into his mouth, sucking on them firmly.

Her knees buckled.

God—

Fucking hell—

It was too much. Too fucking much.

She shoved at his chest, but he grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them behind her back as he spun her around. “I told you,” He rasped, his lips close to her ear. He tilted his lips to her ass, and she could feel him…big, hard, pressing heavily between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you, Eve. I’m not stopping until you’re a quivering mess, unable to speak or scream.”

He yanked her pants down with one hand, letting them pool at her feet. Eveline jerked as he nudged her thighs apart, one finger slipping between them. He rubbed her through her panties, sliding his finger back and forth over her pussy. Her lips fell open, her head hanging forward as she choked on a moan, shamelessly riding his finger.

She heard the tiny rip as he yanked the sheer cotton away, but she couldn’t care less. It was one; she could buy a replacement.

Eveline whimpered as his finger thrust into her, thick and long. The wet, obscene sound filled the air, punctuated by the gasps that tore through her as he curved the tip, stroking and fingering at the same time.

She felt another finger go in.

“F-fuck. Mm..mm..” she pushed her knuckles into her mouth—he’d let go of her hands at some point, muffling the scream that teared through her throat as her legs trembled weakly and her pussy clenched, over and over.

He withdrew immediately. “I want to hear you, Eve,” he told her. “If I wanted you to be quiet, I would’ve gagged your mouth.”

He pulled her close, her back flush against his chest, and kissed her slowly, teasing her lips at first and then sliding his tongue over hers. He rocked his hips gently, but Eveline could feel something wet dripping down her leg. She was so…wet.

And he knew it.

She felt his fingers move behind her, undoing his pants. He bent her forward, guiding her hands to the wall. “Keep them there.”

She heard him groan and curse under his breath for a moment before something warm slid between her thighs. “I’m not going to be slow, Eve. I want you to take it. Take every last inch of me.”

Eveline exploded.

He was so fucking big. He thrust in, rocking her off her feet, stretching her without mercy. She screamed, almost falling over, but his arm wrapped snugly around her waist, keeping her in place. “That’s half,” he rasped. “But you’ve taken it so well, I know you can handle the rest.”

He pulled out and thrust in again, and her mouth hung open in a soundless scream. His grip on her hip was punishing, and his other hand held her wrists bound to stop her from getting away.

She was at his mercy—at the measure of the pleasure that ravaged through her body, turning her inside out. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass echoed through the room. It was filthy and loud, drowning out his grunts and her broken, trembling moans. He fucked her off her feet, and when she couldn’t touch the floor with her toes, he gathered her in his arms, bouncing her on his cock in the air as he walked to the window.

The angle—heavens.

Eveline’s head fell forward, her eyes rolled back as her body ached with need. With a desperate want for release.

The mist on the window felt cool against her back. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the twinkling lights from buildings around them. “They can see you,” he whispered, a devilishly pleased smile touching his lips. “…watch me fuck you.”

He cradled her face and kissed her as he rocked them to the window, swallowing her gasps and whimpers. Eveline could feel it—she was close to the edge, almost tipping over as his thumb slid between their bodies, rubbing circles on her clit.

Her head fell on his shoulders, her uneven breathing punctuating the air.

He pulled out, close to the tip, and thrust in again.

She shattered. Her body convulsed, squeezing his cock as her vision blackened out. But he didn’t stop. He thrust in—repeatedly---drawing out every last bit of orgasm from her wrecked body. She fell limp in his arms as he tensed, pumping into her one last time, before pulling out and spilling his cum outside her.

Eveline’s internal alarm woke her the next morning.

Her head was throbbing incessantly; her throat was sore, and her eyes felt too sluggish. She forced them open—because she’d gotten used to waking up and getting out of bed without delay—and glanced around.

The room was unfamiliar, with dark gray accent walls and sparse furniture. It was spacious, though. Twice, or thrice, the size of her bedroom.

She dragged herself into a sitting position, digging her index and middle fingers into her forehead. The events of last night came back quickly, reminding her of what she’d done.

Slept with a stranger after catching her fiancé getting a blowjob from his work colleague.

With a handsome stranger.

A slow smile curved her lips. She swung her leg over the bed, stumbling for a moment as her body protested from being thoroughly used the night before. She chewed on her bottom lip as a blush spread on her cheeks, glancing around the room.

The handsome stranger was nowhere to be found.

Huh.

“Did he leave?” she muttered. Her clothes were neatly folded on a bedside table, and her phone was beside it. She walked over, shrugged it on, and grabbed her phone before slipping out of the bedroom. The apartment was bigger than she’d thought last night, but the sparse theme seemed to be on brand.

She shook her head. She didn’t care about what he did with his private space. She’d gotten what she wanted, and now, it was time to leave.

But first—her parched throat.

Eveline walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of water. She untwisted the cap, bringing it to her lips, when she caught something on the counter. A wallet. Curiosity, even though she knew better, got the best out of her. She glanced over her shoulder before picking it up.

Bills. More notes. Then a card.

She frowned as she slipped it out. It was a business card for a company she didn’t recognize. But the name underneath…a cold draft forced its way down Eveline’s throat as she froze.

Her biggest flaw was that she never forgot anything. Names. Events. The one name her fiancé could never stop mentioning when they first started dating. An uncle who ruined the family’s reputation. It was the same name on the card she was holding now.

Lucien Roswood.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to go through a stranger’s wallet?”