Chapter 2

Cinthye bumped into something hard, without her contact lens she squeezed it to make sure what it was. One of her fans knocked off her glasses earlier. It was hard like muscles she used to touch in her role in dramas, then realization hits her. It was a mans chest. Suddenly a pair of arms found her waist, holding onto it tightly. A deep groan escaped from the lips of her captor.

“Not too hard, woman.” His baritone voice tickled her spine. His breathing getting shallower as her hands explored his body.

“Where is she?” A man’s voice from their back shouted, steps become closer. Cinthye buried her face on the man’s chest.

“Looks like you’ve been a very naughty lady.” The man traced her cheeks and planting light kisses on her neck. “I wonder how you would react if they know you’re here.”

“Oh, don’t you dare do that.” Cinthye retorted. Her fingers curl on his collar. Squinting her hazel eyes trying to decipher what he looked like.

A throaty laugh erupted from him.

“Try me, woman. I dare you.” He challenged.

“You won’t because you can’t.” Before he could react Cinthye captured his lips, intwining her hands in his hair. His smell taking over her senses, sandalwood mixed with something uniquely his. At first he stiffened in her touch but eventually gave in, leaning closer to her body. Pulling her flush on his huge chiseled body. “Why don’t you try now?” Cinthye smirked through his blond locks.

“Stop testing my resolve, woman. You don’t know who you’re talking too. No one dares to challenge me-“

“Well, I’ll consider myself the first then.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs and kiss her again.

“Don’t get too addicted.” She warned him, touching his soft lips gently.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You’ll go crazy like me.”

“I don’t mind crazy. It’s thrilling.”

“Thrill is fire. It will burn you.”

“Burn? I play with fire, woman. Many have burn but not me. I always win especially in mind games.”

She could smell the liquor in his breath mixing with hers. Havana made her drink before she had an argument with their father. Her gaze cloudy as her vision, one thing she was sure of. This man is hot, maybe a little taste won’t hurt. Cinthye slithered her tongue to play with his, teasing and testing him. Sensations overwhelmed their bodies.

“That’s interesting and you know what else is?” She traced her tongue on his ear nipping and enjoying every shivers and groan he responded.

“My bed.” The man hold her flush against him. He began to walk, opening the door of a car. Distributing her to the passenger seat. When he got inside he hurriedly drove elsewhere she couldn’t see clearly but it looks like an expensive penthouse. His hand rubbed on her inner thighs as the other remained on the wheel.

“You look hotter when you drive.”

“The only thing that drive you’ll ever want is mine. I will bury myself inside you, woman. I will make sure you will feel me for days.” He purred, his fingers playing and teasing her clit protruding from the thin fabric of her silk shorts and laced panties. He pinched it, Cinthye shuddered. She bit back her moans as his fingers traced her labia, the wetness of her femininity clamped his long finger captive.

“Good girl, coat my fingers. More.” Unholy sounds threatened to escape her lips, Cinthye began rubbing herself on him. Each grind leading her close to her release. Chasing pleasure in each second, he push the lace aside. Brushing skin to skin against her clit. He plays it roughly, his nail slightly burying on her sensitive flesh.

“Playing dirty eh?”

“You like it either way. Hold that orgasm, woman. If you come now I will punish you.” His blue eyes glint dangerously beneath the street lights, he grabbed her chin and attacked her with kisses. Biting down on the side of her lips, she swore she could taste a metallic fluid from herself blending with their shared saliva. Showing her the glimpse of the torture he promised. Cinthye pull him by the hair, he hissed but did not do anything to take her hands of him. What a play. A sly smirk crept on her lips.

“Is that a threat or an invitation?” Cinthye wrapped her fingers on his neck. Matching the aggression he did on her earlier instead of ripping it off him he guided her to tighten and to grab him more. His heavy breath alternate with his moans made her wet. She can almost feel herself cum. “Noy yet.” She bit his neck.

“That’s it, hold it.” He found the slit between her cleavage, sweat and his breath tickles her. “You’ll be the death of me.”

She loosened her grip on him, bringing her mouth close for him to hear. Trailing her pointy fingernails on his rock hard abs.

“You’ll die in bliss then.” Their warmth collided, she unbuttons his shirt open. Pinching his pectorals and grazing her teeth on the soft skin of his nipples. She could feel his stiffened, physically and figuratively. His growls music in her ears, he flipped them. Switching positions, making him have the upper hand. But little did he know she was just playing along. “Let’s get in first.”

He guided her through the lobby, once the elevator door closed he tightened his hold on the top of her blouse and pulled it down. He stood in front her covering the camera and other potential reflection. He seemed gentleman despite the aggressiveness he showcased. Cinthye finds herself drawn to this man even more. His mouth marking the side of her neck. Her pulse quickened as she struggled to maintain her calm composure.

“You’re adorable when you try to hold back your moans.” He muttered between nibbling hungrily. Cnthye gasped, scratching his broad shoulders down to his back and chest. Him focusing on one of her breast make her want to shove his face between her thighs. She just want to wipe that sinister smirk off his handsome face.

“Ugh, why only on that side.” She complains. Her right breast left unattended, fueling her irritation.

“No whining, I’ll get on that side soon.” He teased her, groaning when she rubbed her thighs on his erection.”Damn elevator.” He punched the steel wall, it made a dent.

“Hey, you could go to jail.”

He let out a chuckle. “You think a little damage will put me behind bars? Think again, woman. I’d prefer to be sued for kidnapping you than that.”

“I’m too old to get kidnapped.”

“You can’t be too sure.” He winked. Soon he started suckling on her breasts like a ravenous child. Planting his hand firmly on the small of her back so she can’t wiggle away.

Her lower belly began to tingle, to conceal it Cinthye closed her legs.

“Wrong move.” The man grabbed her leg, spreading it wide. Bringing one leg on his hips while the other steps on the floor. He rub himself on her sensitive nub. She could feel something warm peeking through his pants, overlapping his belly button.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t ask, woman. I can barely stop myself from claiming you right here.”