Night of Rebellious Affairs

Katya

It was going to happen. Finally, I would have my first night, with a man who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine.

Forbidden, handsome, dangerously sinful. His palm wrapped around mine, engulfing me whole as my heart pounded. All the way to the elevator, the sexual tension between us was thick. Raw.

I felt giddy and shy and excited, watching the numbers as we rode upwards. I knew what was going to happen, and I couldn't be more eager to get to know what everything felt like, all the things I had been denied all my life.

I was consciously aware of this man's intense gaze on me, laboured breath and the rise and fall of his chest. I wanted him so much it was difficult having to restrain myself from jumping him right there.

Maybe he would think I was easy, cheap, like my dad always called my Mom.

The doors slid open with a ding, and my mystery man pushed himself from the wall, tugging me along and banishing all thoughts of my problems.

Tonight, I was only going to do what I desired. 

As we walked through the expansive hallway of the top floor with luxurious decor, for some reason, the staff and the few people who walked past us stared at us with strange expression.

"G...good evening, boss." 

"Sir, Mr..."

Perhaps I imagined the fear and reverence in their eyes, the way they seemed to tremble.

It was indeed the alcohol, because my hot mystery man immediately smiled and acknowledged their greeting, cutting them short before they could complete their words.

That sexy deep baritone was sounding huskier with each second that passed by, his aura more domineering to my senses. He walked into a door labelled 'Exclusive' and I followed, stunned at the beauty of the room.

It was a luxurious living room, graced with furniture of the best quality. He stopped in the middle and unlocked our palms, the bright chandeliers casting their spotlight on him.

By gods, he was even more handsome and perfect than I had thought, and I felt that tingling sensation increase as I looked at him. 

He looked controlled and effortlessly powerful, drawing me towards him like a moth to his hot dancing flames. I wanted to burn with him and in him. 

"I don't usually do this." I found myself blurting out, realizing I cared about how he saw me. Should I tell him it was going to be my first time?

He regarded me silently with that enrapturing novelty gaze for a while, and then he moved towards the bar, pouring a glass of water and bringing it to me.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, swallowing lumps of nervousness and feeling self conscious.

"Why do you think it would matter to me, Katya?" He handed the glass of water to me as he spoke, his deep voice reverberating through my senses, husky and sexy, his callused fingers brushing against mine.

Heat broke out in different parts of my body, and I barely managed to suppress a gasp. 

"I...I don't know, but... It does." I stuttered, lowering my head to the glass. 

He took a step towards me, towering over my thin petite frame with that intimidating hunky frame of his.

I was embarrassed of how much I wanted him, and wondered if my throbbing clit confirmed what my dad always said when he said I had the potential to become a whore.

Fingers rested on my jaw and titled it, forcing my eyes to stare into his. I suddenly felt self conscious, inferior to his magnificent beauty.

What if he thought I was too thin or my nose too long, my lips too plump? Did my hue honey brown eyes and almost red hair make me look like a freak?

But in his gaze was something I had only seen in movies, desire. Attraction. 

"You should look up when you talk, Katya, your eyes are too beautiful to be hidden." 

My heart raced, stopped, and resumed again in crazy beats. I parted my lips, but nothing came out. My eyes were lost in his, and when I noticed that his had moved down to my lips, and his fingers were caressing my cheeks, and moving slowly to my lips.

"What's... Your name?" I managed to ask, my brain already gone far away from me.

He sucked in a deep breath and seemed to hesitate, his cologne intoxicating and so masculine. Then he parted those lips, "Ferrara." 

Ferrara... Even his name was sensual. I tasted his name in my tongue and gripped tightly to the glass, feeling dizzy with lust. 

"I...I like it." I forced myself to keep staring into those intense green pupils, and when his thumb brushed lightly against my lips, I couldn't stop the gasp that tore from my throat. 

His hand halted, and my eyes flew to his eyes which were flooded with raw desire now, so hot it burned. We stared at each other, tension radiating like a web around us. 

And finally, when I thought I would die if he didn't touch me, he muttered a curse and slammed his lips against mine. 

It was more intense than I had dreamt of, passionate and sensual and demanding. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floors, but none of us noticed. He molded me closer to him, slipping his tongue into my mouth and cradling my face.

Gosh, he was one hell of a great kisser.

A fog of desire clouded my brain. I was gone for this man who was making me feel so many things. He plundered my lips, swallowing my moans and kneading my flesh. 

It was wonderful and scary at the same time, because when he tore his lips away, and stared at me with confusion and desire in his eyes, I knew that this was going to mean everything to me.

I had come to this casino with plans of rebelling against my father, but what I was already feeling for this man had nothing to do with it.

"You are so fucking beautiful, cara." His accent and voice were thicker, his lips glistening as he stared at me.

I felt dizzy and powerless, knowing I would surrender to him in every way. 

"Thank... you." I whispered, clinging to him. But when I made to kiss him again, he stopped me.

"I... you don't want me?" I gathered the courage to ask, my heart beating fast. Why had he stopped?

But he eased my fears with his words, "I want you so fucking much, want to taste every inch of your beautiful skin even when I shouldn't. But..."

It was all I needed to hear, all that mattered. I lifted myself on my toes and pressed my lips against him, my head swirling as he slanted his head to the side and took over the lead, his tongue and lips demanding.

He touched me everywhere, waking butterflies and spots I hadn't known existed in my body, and muttering words in a strange language.

Soon, my dress was pulled off, and he stared at my naked form with so much intensity it scared me, driving me wild as he slipped his fingers into my feminity, his lips plundering mine with reckless abandon.

"Fuck... So tight..." 

I felt lost, taken higher as I ground against his thick fingers, his other palm kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples.

As I came down from the height, he pulled me into his arms and moved us across the hallway to the bedroom, placing me gently in a Queen sized bed. 

The room was cast in dim romantic lighting, and I watched, enraptured and with unfocused gaze, as he pulled off his jacket and shirt, exposing toned abs and muscles with a beautiful tanned skin. 

He was perfect, and I gasped in awe when he finally pulled off his pants and underwear, his thick cock fully aroused and pointed at me.

My mouth watered in delight, my clit tingling at the sight of his engorged manhood. But I wondered if it would hurt.

All thoughts of that were gone when he lowered himself to the bed and kissed me, gently nudging my thighs apart. I was so slick with wetness, and when his cock slid in, the foreign intrusion made us both stiffen.

"It's...your first time?" He asked, shock evident in his voice.

I nodded, "I haven't wanted to be with anyone else so badly." 

He stared at me for a while and finally took my lips again, gently entering into me. 

It was beyond amazing when I got over the initial pain, and soon, I was moaning his name as he drove me over and over to oblivion, his hands and lips tending to all parts of my body.

As we came together, I felt it in me, this was going to be the most memorable night of my life. 

And tomorrow, he would rescue me from getting into a forced marriage, because I knew it inside me,

That this was my prince charming, my Knight.