chapter 3

Anora's POV

The night air hit me as we stepped out of the bar together. A couple of women leaning by the corner shifted their gaze to him, whispering like they knew him, or at least thought they did. I tried not to care. My head was still foggy, my heart still heavy, so I just kept walking, following his lead.

A few steps away, we stopped in front of a sleek, black Bentley. My jaw nearly dropped. The thing practically gleamed under the streetlight, polished like it had never seen a speck of dust in its life.

“Is this your car? Or did you steal it?” I blurted, words slipping out before I could stop them.

He didn’t even flinch. Just smiled faintly as he opened the passenger door for me. Not a word.

I slid in, sinking into leather so soft it practically swallowed me whole. Everything about the car screamed money. He slipped into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and the low, smooth purr of it only added to the mystery.

“What makes you think I stole it?” he finally asked, eyes steady on the road as we pulled away.

“I dunno.” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Guess it just doesn’t fit you.”

He didn’t answer, and the silence that followed made me instantly regret opening my mouth. Great. Big mouth: 1, Anora: 0.

The city lights blurred past the window. Neither of us spoke. For a while, all I could hear was the quiet hum of the engine and my own restless thoughts.

Then, he pulled into a driveway that made me sit up straight. Bright golden lights lined the entrance of C5 Hotel and Suites. I knew this place. Everyone did. It wasn’t just expensive. It was the kind of place reserved for CEOs, celebrities, and people with bank accounts fat enough to laugh at numbers.

My mouth went dry. “What are we doing here?”

“Since you can’t go home,” he said smoothly, “you’ll spend the night here.”

I laughed out loud, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “Yeah, right. Here? Are you serious?”

But then he steered the Bentley straight under the grand awning, and the valet attendants were already stepping forward like they knew him. My laugh died in my throat.

“You’re not joking.” My voice cracked, surprised. “Wait. Who’s gonna pay for this?”

He cut the engine and finally turned to me, calm as ever. “If I wasn’t going to pay, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

I blinked at him, speechless, my mind racing.

“Wait here,” he said simply, stepping out of the car like he belonged in this world of revolving doors and chandeliers.

And just like that, he left me sitting there in his Bentley, staring after him, wondering who the hell this man really was.

After a few minutes, he came back out and pulled the car door open like I was some kind of princess.

“Follow me,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.

I slipped out, adjusting the strap of my bag, and trailed behind him. The hotel towered above with an intimidating grace, but the moment I stepped inside, my breath caught.

The lobby glowed. A massive chandelier dripped light from the ceiling, scattering diamonds across the polished marble floor. The walls gleamed like glass, reflecting every sparkle, every movement.

I became hyperaware of the stares. Guests paused mid-conversation, the receptionist’s hand froze above the register, even the bodyguards near the entrance tilted their heads toward us. My pulse stumbled, but I straightened my shoulders, lifting my chin the way my mother used to remind me—walk like you belong anywhere. My flats tapped softly against the marble as I followed in his shadow, steady and composed, even if my stomach knotted with nerves.

He led us to a private elevator, sliding the card effortlessly before stepping in. I joined him, the quiet hum of the ascent filling the silence between us.

When the doors parted, we stepped into a corridor that seemed worlds away from the bustle below. At the end a tall glass door waited. He swiped another card, and it opened with a soft click.

Inside, the air changed. The space felt less like a hotel room and more like a palace. White and gold swept across the room in a dance of elegance. Arched ceilings, velvet drapes, and furniture that looked untouched, like it belonged in a royal gallery. My eyes wandered greedily over every detail, unable to stop drinking it all in.

Still staring, I turned to take in the full picture of the room when my gaze caught on him. He stood off to the side, watching me quietly. Heat crept up my neck. I should’ve acted like I belonged here, but the truth was I didn’t.

“I want you to feel comfortable,” he said, stepping forward. His voice was steady, almost reassuring. Then, with a gentleness that made my chest tighten, he slipped something into my hand. The card key to the room.

For a second, I wanted to keep my hand in his, but he pulled away too soon. A small smile curved his lips as he leaned closer, so close I could hear the even rhythm of his breathing. “Goodnight, Anora.”

Our eyes locked and held, as if neither of us wanted to be the one to break it. My pulse hammered in my ears. Something unspoken hummed between us, tugging me closer. His gaze dropped, lingering on my mouth. The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk before he drew back. But I couldn’t let him go.

The need was sudden and fierce. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was hungry, desperate, like I’d been waiting for this moment all my life.

I braced for him to pull away, but instead, his arm slid firmly around my waist, drawing me against him as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. His lips pressed harder against mine, deeper, hungrier, like he’d been waiting for me to be the one to start this.

The heat of him seeped into me, and the more our mouths moved together, the more I craved. I wanted all of him.

It seemed I wasn't alone. In one smooth, deliberate motion, he slid my dress upward, eyes locked on mine as he peeled it off my body and tossed it carelessly across the room.

I stood fully bare before him, and the way his gaze roamed over me, slow, dark, possessive, made my skin burn.

Then, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His size made me feel small, fragile even, yet completely consumed in his hold. He carried me to the bed and laid me down with surprising gentleness, as though I might break

“If I kiss you again,” he said, pulling back and staring at me like he wasn't sure. “I won’t be able to stop.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I reached for him, tangled my fingers in his hair, and pulled him back down to me.

“Then don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips.

And this time, I kissed him deeper and harder, letting him feel just how much I wanted him.

His lips trailed down my neck, igniting a path of fire as he reached my breast. My nipples, already hardened with desire, brushed against his mouth. He circled one with his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking gently and deeply, like he was trying to pull the breath from my lungs.

A soft moan escaped me as his hand wandered to the other, teasing, flicking and building the tension inside me until my back arched in need. Slowly, he moved lower, trailing down my trembling stomach, until his fingers brushed between my thighs.

He parted my legs even more as he rubbed my folds with my wetness. I moaned his name lightly and without hesitation, he slid his finger into my entrance.

"F**k". He said, his voice was a low growl "you're so ready for me." His mouth returned to my nipple, hot and hungry.

He bit my nipple gently as his finger pumped into me slowly at first then faster until I was moaning uncontrollably.

"Ahhh....uhhh...yes." I cried, gripping the sheets and biting back cries of pleasure I could no longer contain.

Then, he took out his hand and licked my wetness that had covered his index, pinky finger and thumb.

He trailed his tongue down my stomach until he got to my p***y. Staring at my face, he wrapped his hand around my hip and dragged me closer until his tongue licked my slick folds. His tongue was hot against me, savouring every taste like a man starved for pleasure.

"I like the way you taste." He said as he thrust his tongue deep into my entrance and I arched on the bed, throwing my head backward but he pulled me down. I tangled my hand in his hair, holding him closer and needing more as he drove his tongue in and out until my legs trembled.

"Seb...ahh..am going to explode."I cried out as the wave hit me.

"Yes baby. Cum for me."

I moaned loudly as my orgasm exploded in his mouth, my body trembling violently beneath him but he didn't stop. He held me firm, sucking everything that spilled from my sex.

He didn’t stop for several long, aching minutes, letting me ride out the waves of pleasure as stars burst behind my closed eyelids.

When I finally came down from my high, he noticed it and he lifted his head. He brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as his tongue pressed hungrily against mine.

I curled my fingers around his nipple, teasing gently before trailing them down his torso to his groin. With deliberate intent, I reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and lowered the zipper. Then, in one smooth motion, I slid his trousers down and tossed them aside. My fingers grazed his skin as I hooked into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

What greeted me made my breath hitch. His cock was thick, hard, and erect. It was twice the size of that of Bruce. Exactly the way I loved it

He stood and I knelt facing his cock. I looked up at him, locking eyes, as I wrapped one hand around his shaft, rubbing saliva all over it and stroked him slowly. My other hand gently fondled his cock, teasing the sensitive places that made him groan.

His breath caught. "F*ck..." he muttered under his breath, his head tipping back slightly.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I leaned forward, letting my tongue swirl around his cap, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. Inch by inch, I took him deeper, my lips stretching around him as I savored the way his muscles tensed. I let my fingers trail lower, gently cupping his balls, feeling the warmth and tension in every part of him.

He let out a low guttural moan that sent heat pulsing through my core as I pounding in and out. Then I took his balls in my mouth and sucked it. He was moaning and I loved the way it sounded. He was obviously enjoying the blow job I was giving him. Then, I pulled his thick length back in my mouth until it was in my throat. I wanted to make sure I gave him the best of myself.

He tangled his fingers in my hair as I moved faster, hollowing my cheeks around him. His breathing grew heavier, his abs tightening with each stroke of my mouth. Then, with a low growl, he shoved the sperm in my mouth. I tried to pull his cock out but he held me firmly and I swallowed it with some of it dripping at the side of my mouth.

Then, he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed me gently on the bed and his lips claimed mine once more.

He spread my legs apart, and guided his cock into my wet entrance. I gasped as he filled me, slowly at first, making sure I felt every inch. His eyes burned with hunger as he stared down at me, taking in every inch.

Then he began to move deeper and harder.

“Uh...ah—yes—don’t stop!” I screamed, gripping the sheets.

His name tumbled from my lips again and again as he pounded into me with powerful thrusts, holding my hips as if he couldn’t get close enough. The sound of our bodies echoed through the room, each stroke sending shockwaves through me.

“F**k, you feel so good,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Harder...please....don’t stop!” I begged, my legs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

His fingers dug into my waist as he drove deeper. “Say my name,” he demanded.

“sebestain! Seb—ahhh!” I screamed as my orgasm pulsed through me, so intense that the sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked entrance turned into a wet, sinful swoosh. He pulled out slightly, dragging the tip along my slick, swollen folds, teasing me.

I moaned louder, unable to hold back. “Uh—ahh… ahh… yes…”

He slammed back into me with a ragged moan, the word “f**k” tearing from his throat. His thrusts grew harder, faster, deeper and relentless until my body arched to meet his. Then, with one final, desperate drive, his groan spilled low and rough as he released inside me. His body quaked against mine before he collapsed, breathless and trembling, our sweat-slicked skin tangling in the heat of spent desire.

He collapsed onto the bed beside me, breath breaking in uneven bursts, his chest lifting and sinking like waves after a storm. I tilted my head toward him, the corners of my mouth curving on their own, a quiet satisfaction blooming inside me.

Then his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and something in his expression darkened. Without a word, he slipped into the bathroom to answer, the door closing softly behind him. His voice was low and muffled through the wall, indistinct but edged with tension.

I lay there smiling to myself, my body still humming from what we had just shared. He had given me the best sex of my life—intense, consuming, unforgettable. I had been so faithful to Bruce, clinging to the idea of loyalty, and yet tonight, I had tasted a passion far more satisfying with a man who wasn’t him.

For the first time that evening, I felt both relaxed and utterly spent. My limbs were heavy, my heart unburdened. Slowly, sleep tugged me under, stealing me away before he even returned from the bathroom.