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Chapter 4 - Niccola Fairchild
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2025-09-11 22:58:40Niccola Fairchild
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers in my ear in the most sensual tone I have ever heard in my life. The way his words travel down my body makes me realise this man can have any woman he wants, and he is freaking choosing me. I nod as I hold on to his tie, pulling him close to me one more time, erasing the distance between us. His hands move to my ass, pressing my front to his, and I can feel his erection against my body.
I was never one for one-night stands. Although all my relationships ended with me being cheated on… I am probably what people call a serial monogamist. I hate being alone, and according to Steph, that is my only flaw. Obviously, that’s not true, but I really don’t know how to be alone, and maybe the fact that I haven’t been in a relationship for more than four months is now making me a one-night stand slut.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. Immediately, he pulls away, retrieving his wallet from the inside pocket of his suit jacket that was hanging on the back of a chair, throws several notes onto the table, and holds my hand, pulling me out of the bar.
I can’t help but giggle like a little schoolgirl at the urgency on his steps as he opens the door of a black town car, and I lift a brow, staring at him. Does he really think I am getting into a stranger's car? I know he is the sexiest stranger I have ever seen in my life, but still a stranger. “Get in,” he demands, and I shake my head as one side of his lips lifts into a half smile. He steps towards me, one of his hands holding the back of my neck and the other on my waist, keeping me in place as his eyes meet mine.
“Get in the car, I need to feel your skin against mine, I need to be able to kiss your entire body,” he whispers against my neck before he plants a small kiss that sends shivers all down my spine. “I know you want me as much as I want you,” he adds as his hand slides from my waist to my ass and squeezes lightly. I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes, indulging in his expensive scent.
I do as he says, entering the town car, and he slides next to me, closing the door. He doesn’t say a word to the driver, but he starts driving immediately. “Where are we going?” I finally gather the courage to ask, and his eyes meet mine with an intensity I have never seen before.
“Somewhere where I can get you on your knees while I fuck you,” he says, and his dirty words do something to me. My insides turn. My head starts spinning, and I can’t help but smile at the thought of having him inside of me. His hand moves slowly, resting on my knee and moving up my thighs before he rubs my pussy outside my pants, and I let out a small moan out of my mouth.
I can feel my entire face heat up, but he cradles my face with one of his hands and rubs his thumb over my lip before he leans closer and devours my mouth again, pulling me to straddle him.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he whispers as he kisses me one more time, and I smile against his lips, enjoying his kiss. The possessiveness I feel is something I have never experienced before. This man is a master in kissing, and I can’t wait to see what else he is a master of. If his fingers moving down my body as he caresses me is anything to go by, he will be freaking amazing.
The car comes to a stop, and my stranger pulls away from me, and I whimper slightly, missing his lips against mine already, and he places a small kiss on my temple as he places me next to him and opens the door. When did we get into a garage? I was so lost in his touch and his kiss; I didn’t even look where we were going. Way to go, Nicci. If you end up a prisoner in his basement and you need to call for help, you can’t even tell where you are. Rookie mistake.
We enter a private lift while my beautiful stranger holds my hand. As soon as the doors close, he presses my back against the wall and pushes his body against mine, trapping me. His leg moves quickly, spreading mine, and he places one of his legs between mine, putting pressure against my pussy with his knee, and I let out a small moan while his lips devour my neck. I close my eyes, resting my head back as my hands grip the back of his suit jacket.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls against my lips as he pulls me inside the apartment. I don’t even have time to look around before he lifts me bridal style, capturing my lips with his and taking me into his bedroom.
As soon as my body hits the soft bed, I know I am going to have the time of my life with this man. The only man I have ever allowed to make me desire without thinking, without considering any consequences.
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