CHAPTER 2

(Vivian’s POV)

I never knew that a kiss could shake everything.

My mind instantly became a mess. I grew more sensitive every time his fingers touched my skin, burning like embers. My body arched from the pleasure I had never felt before.

The firm grip on the back of my neck. The expert pressure of his lips. The way his body molded to mine—hard muscle and heat.

It seemed I was going insane because I was far more intoxicated by a desire for a man I had hired for a one-night stand.

For my pride.

For the disappointment and hatred I felt from the betrayal of my husband and best friend.

But once again, I never knew that just a kiss and the slightest touch from him could drive me wild. My body responded to everything, as if I welcomed it all, relished it, pressing my hips closer until I could feel his hardness rubbing against my stomach.

My body trembled. My lips were devoured by a brutal kiss—yet sweet and gentle.

Rough, yet he still maintained a tenderness in every touch. As if he feared that one wrong move would ruin the moment. Or rather, it felt like he was matching my rhythm, giving me comfort beyond a meaningless, fleeting night of sex.

And because of that, I felt no regret for what I was doing.

This kiss was hard. Primal. Addictive.

All my worries from earlier melted away, and instinctively, I curved my body into his, seeking more contact, more warmth, more.

Even when I was with Heath, I never felt like this. The sex we had was dull. There was no comfort, no satisfaction—just two partners colliding, drenched in sweat, reaching their climaxes.

I had no idea how long we had been kissing. He devoured my lips like a wild beast, gripping every inch of my body as if sculpting a masterpiece from clay.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, and I gasped in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly. He laid me down on the bed.

In an instant, he stripped off his clothes. I felt lightheaded and nervous. Why was I feeling this way when this wasn’t my first time?

I swallowed hard as I felt his arousal pressing against me—hot and rigid.

It was a breathtaking yet dangerous sight to have his broad, chiseled chest right before my eyes.

If his body was this big… just how big was he down there?

As he smirked in satisfaction and leaned in to capture my lips again, for some reason, I felt the need to pause.

“Wait—”

I pushed against his chest, my breath hitching.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

He propped himself up on his arm while his other hand cupped my burning cheek.

“Why? Are you scared?” His voice was hoarse, yet gentle, as his fingers continued stroking my skin in slow, soothing circles.

“N-No,” I whispered.

Yes!

I was terrified—of how big he was. How it would fit inside me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure this is the most pleasurable, unforgettable night you’ve ever had,” he murmured against my face, then my ear. “You just need to enjoy it.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

He swiftly captured my lips again. My dress was stripped away with ease as if he had done this a thousand times before.

My bra. My panties. His pants.

We were both naked.

Oh God.

His cock jutted out—huge and hard. It was insane. I had never seen anything like it before.

There was no way he’d fit. It was impossible.

When I finally dragged my gaze back up to his, his eyes were already locked onto mine—dark, smoldering, filled with restrained hunger.

Instinctively, I tried to cover myself, feeling exposed under his ravenous stare. But he grabbed my hands, saying nothing, and I gasped when his mouth descended between my thighs, where I was already wet.

His wild kisses, his tongue moving in maddening patterns—it sent my head spinning. I gripped his hair tightly, moaning and writhing as pleasure crashed over me like a violent wave.

He looked up at me, satisfied with what he had done.

How many women had he done this with? He wasn’t even nervous. The only one trembling and blushing in embarrassment was me.

When he pulled me toward him, pinning me beneath his muscular frame, I felt caged. His strong hands kneaded my breasts while his lips ravished the other side.

I writhed, moaning loudly, gripping the sheets, his back—his hair. Anything I could reach as the relentless pleasure kept consuming me.

I was exhausted. I was satisfied.

But this wasn’t over yet.

His arousal, now impossibly hard and burning, pressed insistently against my entrance as if screaming that it needed me.

I swallowed thickly.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered in my ear, sensing my hesitation.

I swallowed hard, preparing myself.

At first, he pushed himself in slowly. I whimpered—he was too big, and I grew restless, my nails digging into his back with a strength I hadn’t realized I had.

But I wanted more.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Put it all in. Deeper." I swallowed again, my eyes fluttering open and shut. "I want you to ruin me."

He smirked. "Anything you want, my princess."

Then, in one swift motion, he slammed into me.

I instinctively jerked at the shock of pain and pleasure.

"God, you're so hot..." he groaned, pushing himself deeper, filling me to the very edge.

I twitched, gripping his back tighter. My teeth sank into my lower lip. I shook my head, my hips rocking as he pounded into me.

Shattering everything.

The fucking was too intense, and all I wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until I crashed over the edge of the cliff looming ahead.

"Ah!" I cried out.

His grip tightened around my throat. He pulled out slowly, making me feel every inch of him before slamming back inside. Electric sensations shot through my entire body, turning me into a live wire.

My vision blurred from pleasure in every direction. The release hit us brutally—again and again.

Neither of us tried to be sane.

Neither of us tried to stop.

And I used that moment to destroy myself. To allow myself, if only for a little while, to forget all the bitterness in my life.

At least, this pleasure made me forget everything.

And I did.

When morning came, I woke up feeling sore all over, my head pounding from the effects of alcohol. I glanced to the side and saw him—the man I had hired—already awake, getting dressed.

So I really went through with it?

"Wait!" I called out as he grabbed his jacket, ready to leave. "You're leaving?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"No, that's not what I—ah!" I stumbled over the blanket that I had wrapped around myself in my rush to get out of bed.

He approached me and, unexpectedly, draped his jacket over my naked body.

“You okay?” he asked in his low, soft voice. Her black eyes stared intently at me.

I nodded.

"Wait, just a second," I said quickly when he was about to stand up. I grabbed my wallet and offered him the money. "Your money."

Instead of taking it, he stared at me coldly.

"I'm not a man you can buy," he said sharply before turning around and walking out the door.

What did he mean by that? I had hired him for a one-night stand.

So why did he refuse my payment?

I could only stare, dumbfounded, at the door now shut tight.

He left.

Without me knowing his name. Without knowing who he was.

But none of that mattered. I got up and dressed, trying to hold myself together despite the mess inside me. Then, I made my way downstairs to the hotel lobby to settle the bill for our room.

"Excuse me, I’d like to pay for room 304."

"I'm sorry?" The receptionist looked confused.

"I stayed in room 304 last night. I'm here to pay for it," I said again.

Had he already paid for it? That would explain the receptionist’s confusion.

"Miss, there must be a mistake," she said. "Room 304 is a private suite. It’s not available for regular guests."

My eyes widened in shock.

If he's not my one-night stand … then who was he?