Chapter 3: Ruined By A Stranger

Kiera's POV 

The hotel room door clicked shut.

He didn't move right away. He just stood there, with his back to the door, looking at me.

I crossed my arms. "You going to stand there all night?"

"Maybe." His mouth curved. "You look good in lamplight."

"You're stalling." I said.

"I'm appreciating the view." He pushed off the door slowly, crossed the room until he was close enough and brought one hand and cupped my cheek. His thumb traced my cheekbone like he had all the time in the world.

"Last chance to change your mind," he said.

"The answer is no." I tilted my chin up slightly. "Now stop asking."

His lips brushed mine slowly, like he had all the time in the world and he was going to use every second of it to ruin me. His mouth was hot, demanding, but not rushed. He gently moved his lips against mine, slow and teasing, until I opened my mouth with a soft gasp.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, his hands sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard length of him pressing into my stomach.

His hands moved to the zipper of my dress. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and panties, the cool air of the room making my skin pricked and I shivered.

His hands moved to the clasp of my bra, his fingers working it open with practiced ease. The lace fell away, leaving my breasts bare. He didn't pounce, he just looked, his blue eyes darkening.

Then his mouth was on me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair.

His hands slid down to my panties, his fingers hooking into the lace. He pulled then down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt in front of me, his breath hot against my thighs.

I stepped out of them, naked now, my skin flushed, my breath coming in short gasps.

His eyes moved over me. "Beautiful," he whispered.

I smirked. "I know."

He laughed, the sound low and rough, his hands sliding up my waist. "But you're mine tonight," his voice dropped even lower. "And I'm going to make sure you forget everything but my name."

"But I don't know your name." I said.

"Exactly." His hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into his. The kiss is hot, his lips were warm and I melted into him, my hands moving to his chest, fisting into his shirt.

He walked me backward until my legs hit the mattress, then he pushed me down gently, until I was lying back, spread out before him like a feast.

He climbed the bed after me, his body covering mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I spread my legs instinctively, my hands in the sheets as he kissed his way down my body, from my neck, to my collarbone, the curve between my breasts. His mouth was hot, wet his tongue tracing patterns on my skin that made me ache.

I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. His chest was hard, dusted with dark hair. I traced the lines of his muscles, my nails scraping lightly, and he groaned, his hips pressing into mine.

His hands slid down to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, the heat of him burning through me.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I do."

He entered me slowly.

Inch by inch, his cock stretching me, filling me, owning me. I moaned, my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.

I met him thrust for thrust, my body aching. The world narrowed to this, the feel of him inside me, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

"Harder." I gasped.

He obeyed. His hips snapped against mine, his cock pounding into me, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. I cried out, my fingers twisting in the sheets, my body shuddering beneath him.

"Yes," I breathed. "Just like that."

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his thrusts growing wilder, harder, until the bed was creaking beneath us and the only sounds in room were our ragged breaths.

Then he pulled out. 

I whimpered,my body aching for him but he just flipped me onto my side, his arms wrapping around my waist, his hand cupping my breast. He slid into me from behind.

I moaned, my body trembling, I was so close.

He groaned, his hips snapping against mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. I shattered, everything erased but the feel of him inside me.

He followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me, his breath ragged against my neck.

We collapsed on the bed, sweat-slicked, breathless.

He pulled me against him, his arm wrapped around my waist,his lips pressed a kiss to my shoulder and neither of us spoke, there was nothing left to speak.

He was asleep when I left.

On his back, one arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling slowly. I dressed quickly, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

His sharp jaw, beautiful blue eyes that were hidden now, the faint curve of his mouth that had spent an hour ruining me.

I didn't know his name and he didn't know mine. 

It hadn't mean anything. I'd walked in with my eyes open and walked out the same way, in the same dress, with the same ruined marriage waiting for me on the other side of the morning.

The only difference was that for a few hours, I had felt wanted. I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted, I wasn't going to cheapen it by wanting more.

I stood up and slipped out of the room with my shoes dangling in my fingers.

Outside, the city was still dark, the streets empty. I flagged down a taxi, sliding into the backseat without a word.

"Where to Miss?" The driver asked.

"Honestly," My voice was low and rough. "I don't know."