Seducing Mr Lukers: A night to remember

Anesthesia POV

At twenty, I had everythIng, looks, money, and a reputation that made people step asIde when 1 entered a room. BeIng the daughter of one of the country’s wealthiest men meant no one dared to cross me. Yet, behInd the flawless makeup and luxury, there was always that quIet ache of loneliness I could never quite drink away.

“Street Mash-Up” was the only place that felt like freedom. The bass, the lights, the haze of perfume and wine, It drowned the noise In my head. Tonight was no different. I laughed too loudly, danced until my feet ached, and emptIed one glass after another until the world began to tilt.

When It was time to leave, I knew I could not let my driver or my mother see me thIs way. I ordered a rIde from the app, slipped out the side door, and stepped Into the cold night air.

The car description blurred on my screen. GWM Voleex C3.

“Right,” I muttered, Squinting through the drizzle. My gaze landed on a Sleek black vehicle parked near the curb. GWM Tank 700. Close enough. Luxurious, even better.

I pulled the door open and slid Into the back seat.

“Hi,” I said, tryIng to sound sober. “Take me to Los Lira Hotel.”

The driver didn’t answer. I frowned and leaned forward to tap his shoulder. When he turned, the air inside the car shifted.

He was not some middle-aged cabbie. He was… magnetic. A sharp jaw, perfectly styled brown hair, eyes the color of warm whiskey, and the kind of confidence that made silence feel dangerous.

“Did you hear me?” I asked, more breathless than intended.

His gaze met mine through the mirror. “Los Lira Hotel,” he repeated, voice deep and unhurried. The car started moving.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I watched the city lights slide across his face, tracing the line of his throat beneath that black tuxedo. He didn’t look like someone who waited for orders. He looked like someone who gave them.

I tried to look away. Failed.

He caught me staring again and said quietly, “Is there something on my face, young lady?”

I flushed. “No. I just thought you looked… familiar.”

He smiled, the corner of his mouth curving like he knew exactly what I meant. The air thickened between us.

“Do you often get into cars that aren’t yours?” he asked.

“Only when the drIver looks like you,” I said, Surprising even myself.

His low chuckle rolled through the car, a Sound that felt like velvet against skin.

By the time we reached the hotel, the raIn had stopped, but the storm Inside me hadn’t. No The car idled In the shadows of the parkIng lot. He turned slightly, eyes dark and unreadable.

“Are you sure thIs is where you want to be?”

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe It was the way his voice brushed over my nerves like Silk. I leaned forward until Our faces were inches apart.

“I’m sure.” But Instead he leaned over my neck and bit my left ear, my most sensitive part. I could sense It. A strange type of feeling oozing inside me, my whole body was burning hot with his touches.

He didn't stop and Crawled his hands under my dress, feeling every inch of my skin. I can tell he was quite experienced with his hand works.

"Do you like it?" He whispered near my ears giving me a soft kiss on my neck. I could no longer control myself. I grabbed him and started unbuttoning his shirt. I wanted to feel his firm chest.

"You are quite a wild cat!" He chuckled, mocking me.

"Yes, I am now c'mon kiss me. You have made me crazy for you." And just then he was a the back with me

I pulled him closer, playing with his lips and sucking it like it was something sweet.

like some beast he ripped off my clothes, making me completely naked in front of him.

Although it was dark, the flash lights of the hotel were making our movements visible. can see him ripping off his clothes. After that what happened next was beyond my imagination, beyond my expectations and beyond my control. He was fucking me so hard like some angry animal... Making me moan like hell.

I was exhausted but my body was enjoying his painful treatments. It was like I wanted to control but inner me wanted more.

And when we fell asleep hugging each other in the most uncomfortable way.

I don't know.

Next morning..

I woke up because of sunlight gleaming over my face. I frowned and rubbed my eyes, still unconscious feeling lazy. I turned to the other side and a breathtaking attractive face came into my view. My breath hitched...'

God! Am I dreaming? is h some angel sleeping with me ... Oh of cour I am so beautiful to get a boyfriend in my dream. But why is this dream not getting over!' I murmured and pinched myself.

"Ouch! It's not a dream. What then am I

sleeping with a man?" I sat up abruptly and looked at an unfamiliar guy sleeping next to me. His masculine toned upper body was totally visible.

'Someone could be this handsome, it's beyond my imagination...1 have met with many handsome guys but no-one was able to seduce me to bed but this man left me begging for him,' I wondered remembering yesterday night's incident.

My eyes started scanning the incarnation of his beauty. Though I noticed hIs beauty yesterday night, I was too turned on to notice his charm.

And now I am feeling like I had slept my first night with a Greek God himself and worst of it he was a cab guy and in the back of a car. But he is not only handsome but also good in bed.