A Night With him.

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(DRACO CLUB)

"I can't believe this. Can you believe he said I was a nun" Evanora yelled as she gulped down the glass of a wine, and by now everyone attention was now on her.

She didn't care... She was so hurting Inside and needed to get wasted. "Can I get another drink?" She yelled to the bartender who huffed.

"Ma I think is inappropriate. You have had 8 drink now, wearing that wedding dress. I don't even know you" The bartender said.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then she bursted into laughter. "You don't know me! That's the first time I got to meet somebody like that" She yelled laughing crazily.

"What do you mean you don't know her!" Someone smack the bartender head. "That is the popular actress Evanora"

"Oh my goodness! She is supposed to be getting married today right!" 

"Well I heard she ran from the venue after she saw the video of her husband to be and her Best friend kissing each other" She muttered to the other.

Evanora scoffed, tears flowing down from her eyes. "I am right here you know. Stop talking" She yelled.

Suddenly she jumped on the table dancing crazily. "Ma please come down. You are drunk" The bartender said trying to get her down. "Drunk!" She bursted into laughter "just let me do as I like. I am going to pay you 1 million dollar" She yelled.

Everyone stared at each other in surprise and they left her.

She started dancing crazily while shaking her butt to the music, and by now everyone was taking videos and pictures.

"Can you believe he called me a nun! All because I refused to give him my virginity" She yelled laughing crazily.

 "Okay.. I have a one life time opportunity for the guys. I want to give my virginity to any guy." She said as she gulped down a drink.

The guys stared at her with Lust. No doubt Evanora Scott was the most beautiful actress from new York city. Her beauty even got thousands of men fighting, now and highschool but she always give chances to the wrong men.

"How about me?" A guy said as he walked towards her. 

She scoffed as she stared at him. "You are so ugly, you are not my type so fuck off" She yelled laughing sarcastically

Suddenly her body started getting red, and she could feel holes boring into her skin, almost like someone was staring at her. She looked upstairs at the VIP section only to see that one man staring at her... Every man there was staring at her, but she couldn't help but shuttered as he stared at her.

She gulped down nervously while he just smirked. He tilt his head to the side while staring at her.

Someone gripped on her made her looked away from him. She frowned as she saw that farmiliar face. "We have a wedding to attend and you better come with me else you are going to regret it" Denim threatened as he tried to pull her away.

"Let me go asshole" She yelled and pushed him harshly. Denim scoffed. "You bitch. I have been nice to you. Haven't I?" He said through grifted teeth.

He made to grab hold of her again but someone pushed him back harshly.

"What the he..! He cursed as the men stared at each other. "She don't want to come with you as she had said earlier so why don't you fuck off" 

"She's my wife to be so stay out of it" denim said..

Just then Evanora wrapped her arms around the unknown neck. "I don't want to get married to you anymore" She said.

"You bitch come here" denim said and tried to grabbed her but suddenly screamed in pain as his hand suddenly twist itself.

His gaze widened in horror as he looked at the male who just smirked. "Take him out" He instructed and they grabbed him out.

Evanora suddenly squealed as she clapped her hands. "You are my hero" She giggled and hugged him.

The male scoffed and dragged her to the VIP section..

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Just as they got to the VIP section, the male gently placed Evanora on the bed, his eyes lingering on her

The room was dim, the faint glow of the city filtering through the large window, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Evanora leaned against the counter, her cheeks flushed, not just from the wine but from the fire simmering beneath her skin. She wobbled slightly, gripping the edge for support, her eyes fixed on the male 

He stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an aura of restrained power. His midnight-black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a sliver of his chiseled chest. His sharp, inhuman eyes narrowed at her, glowing faintly under the low light.

"You're drunk," he said, his voice a deep rumble, smooth and velvety yet laced with a dangerous edge.

Evanora's laugh was soft, almost bitter. "Drunk enough to finally stop caring," she said, taking a step closer, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. "But not drunk enough to not know what I want."

Her words hung between them, charged, electric. His tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. She could see the storm in his eyes, a swirl of desire and hesitation.

"You don't know what you're asking for, mizz," he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

She reached him, her fingers trembling but determined as they brushed against the fabric of his shirt. "I know exactly what I'm asking for, my hero," she whispered, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her lips parted, her breath warm and heavy. "I want you."

The male inhaled sharply, his hands catching her wrists gently but firmly. "You're playing with fire," he warned, though his voice cracked slightly. His dark nature stirred beneath the surface, a predator barely restrained.

"Then burn me," Evanora replied, her voice a sultry challenge.

His resolve shattered. With a guttural sound, he pulled her against him, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and wild. She melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if he were her lifeline.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a dominance that made her knees weak. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed as if she weighed nothing. The air around them crackled with an unearthly energy, his dark essence intertwining with her very being.

When he laid her down, his gaze softened for a moment. "You need to be sure," he said, his voice a whisper, a final plea for clarity.

Evanora cupped his face, her thumb tracing his sharp jawline. "I've never been surer of anything," she said.

That was all he needed.

Clothes were shed in a flurry, barriers falling away to reveal skin that glowed under the moonlight. His touch was both gentle and possessive, trailing fire along her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worshiped her body with kisses, each one sending shivers down her spine.

When he finally claimed her, it was with a ferocity that left no doubt of his supernatural nature. Their movements were synchronized, a dance of passion and longing. She cried his name, her voice trembling with pleasure, and he responded with a growl, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered dark, intoxicating promises.

For a moment, it felt as though time had stopped. They were two souls colliding, their connection deeper than either of them could comprehend. As the waves of ecstasy crashed over them, Evanora's grip on him tightened, her nails leaving faint marks on his back.

Heburied his face in her neck, his breathing ragged. "You don't know what you've done to me," he murmured, his voice rough and raw.

As the night deepened, he held her close, his dark thoughts momentarily silenced. Evanora, her head resting on his chest, felt a dangerous comfort in his arms. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, she was exactly where she wanted to be-lost in the embrace of the dark being she had dared to desire.