CHAPTER THREE 

ARIA'S POV 

I followed the direction he had walked towards, my heart racing at the thought that this might be the only chance I would get with him, and I wasn't ready to let it slip from my hands because of some nerves.

The hallway was much quieter than the rest of the VIP section, the music from the main room echoing in here, but it's still more pleasant than the blasting sounds outside.

He must have noticed I was following him because his steps slowed. For a brief second, I stopped to think of the danger of following a stranger, but the thrill of being handled by a hot, godlike stranger was stronger than my fear.

Within seconds, he closed the distance between us, pinning me against the wall as his body pressed against mine.

“You!” he said, tilting his head gently.

“Why are you here? Are you following me?” he asked, his gaze watching my face as my chest rose and fell from the impact of his movement.

“Yes… I was following you,” I said, matching the intensity of his gaze.

“You know how dangerous it is to follow a man you met randomly into a secluded hallway?”

I nodded. “But I know better that you came here intentionally so I can follow you,” I said, although I wasn't sure of that, but I said it anyway.

“You are playing with fire, young woman…” he warned.

“I want to sleep with you,” I said, unflinching, even though I knew he didn't look like someone who slept around, but that is the irony; neither do I.

“Do you even know what you are asking for?” he said, his hands around me losing a bit of their grip. I nodded, my gaze dropping to his lips.

“You are drunk,” he said, stepping away from me.

“No, I am not… I don't usually do this, and I feel like you don't either. How about we spend the night together, and we meet again?” I said with so much confidence that scared me.

“You will regret this.”

“We are both adults,” I countered.

Pressing my body against him, his gaze roamed over me briefly, making me feel exposed.

A sly smirk played across his lips.

“You are bold… I will give you that, but I don't go around sleeping with random strangers; you have no idea how dangerous I am,” he said.

I pressed further. “That's exactly what I want—the danger…” I bit my lips as I suddenly became aware of his hard, solid body against mine pressed against the wall. It was causing me to become feral with need and wanting to feel him more.

“I am giving you the chance to walk away while you can,” he said, his voice getting rougher by the second.

I smiled sweetly, knowing I had him already. I wove my hands around his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips, brushing a light kiss against the corner of his mouth.

His chest rumbled gently, like I had woken something in him. “You are playing with fire,” he warned.

I smirked, biting my lips again, pulling him with me into an empty room.

The moment the door clicked shut, his hand was at my throat—not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to steal my breath. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and urgent, prying my lips open like he had every right to take what he wanted.

“Fuck…” he cursed against my mouth, the word low and rough. His hands slid down my waist, over the curve of my lower back, and gripped my ass through the thin fabric of the dress. The pressure sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through me.

I was already working at his shirt, fingers clumsy with need. Buttons gave way. The smooth plane of his chest met my palms, hard muscle shifting under warm skin. My dress hit the floor only minutes later.

What followed was pure intensity—hands, mouths, the kind of desperate rhythm that left my legs shaking through the first orgasm and still wasn’t finished. We went again. And again. Until we finally collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving, skin damp, the air thick with the danger and thrill of this dynamic.

I hadn’t realized how much time had slipped away until my phone lit up with Claire’s text: Get back to the main floor. Now.

I typed back, Give me a few minutes, and started reaching for my dress.

He pulled me back before I could stand. And we went again; this time it was slower, although the orgasm came faster. I was the one in control, setting the pace, watching his face as I moved. I broke the rule, held his eyes the entire time I rode him, and felt the filthy, breathless sounds we made vibrate through both of us.

Only after another wave of release did I finally climb off, knowing this was the best sex I had ever had and that I might spend forever getting over the chemistry I shared with a stranger.

I stayed a moment longer, waiting until his breathing evened out and sleep took him. Then I slipped away quietly, smoothed my dress, and rejoined Claire.

It was already midnight.