Please take me

Elina POV

He froze. His brow arching, his seductive eyes narrowing slightly as if he wasn’t sure he heard me right.

A long, charged silence stretched between us, the crash of waves filling it.

I felt my face flush, but not from embarrassment. I wasn’t sorry. I was so sick of people acting like they knew what was good for me.

Like I was some fragile thing that needed to be handled with care. Screw that. I'm going to be wild tonight.

“I’m serious,” I whispered, my voice unsteady, but my eyes holding his. “I want to do it. With you.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. His gaze locked on mine, something sharp and unreadable flickering in those storm-gray eyes. Like he was weighing something dangerous in his head.

“You don’t even know my name.” Then, his voice dropped, lower and rougher than before. “If you would, you wouldn't dare to, ma bella.”

“I don’t care.” I whispered, surprising myself with how true it felt. “My name is Elina by the way…and I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to think, I just…I want to forget tonight.”

A muscle ticked in his cheek as he dragged a hand through his silky hair, his gaze still pinned to mine.

“You’re not scared, are you?” I smirked, my voice a little unsteady, a little slurred but fierce.

His jaw flexed, and something in his expression darkened.

“Careful, little girl,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous. “You don’t want to start something you can’t handle.”

it wasn’t a warning.

It was a challenge.

And hell, I was too heartbroken, too drunk, and too furious at the world to back down from anything tonight.

“Who says I can’t handle you, old man?” I murmured, the words slipping out with a confidence I didn’t feel but refused to let go of.

For a heartbeat, something flickered in his gaze. Interest. Amusement. Hunger. Maybe all three.

The corners of his mouth lifted in the faintest, most dangerous smile I’d ever seen and my stomach did something stupid.

“You’ve got a dangerous mouth,” The sexy stranger said, voice low and rough, sending a shiver through me as he leaned so close that our lips touched.

"You're tempting a devil you can’t tame, ma bella."His fingers traced my throat, lingering like a promise. "You're playing with fire that you can't control, Elina."

"I know the risks," I whispered, against his lips.

He growled, low and dark. "No, you don't." His fingers lingered on my jaw, tracing a line down to my throat, sending a shiver through me.

"I'm nothing like those young lover boys you have been with. I'm a man, Elina, much older than you, much stronger than you..."

"I'm a beast not a lover. I'll bend you over and fuck you hard and raw like you have never been fucked before. I'll be balls-deep in that tight little pussy, so full that you won't be able to walk straight for days."

Oh god…

My nipples spiked against my thin fabric.

“I'm not the man a girl like you should be looking for.” He whispered, his devil-like voice making my legs tremble.

“Good, I'm not some porcelain doll you have to be gentle with," I whispered. "If you're going to break me, do it right. Fuck me like the man you are. Pop my open, daddy.”

His tethers of patience snapped, his eyes going dark. “What did you just say?”

“I said…pop me open Daddy.”

Something struck inside the stranger. There's a small pause from him but then he lets out a low masculine growl like his patience has finally broken. In a second his grip on my jaw went strong and he slammed his lips on mine with force.

My nipples spiked up against my bra, fire broke through me at sudden action. He's too strong.

He tilted my head and thrust his hot tongue inside mine, making me go crazy. His kisses were wild and hot. He was claiming every inch of me, he seemed very good at this.

His other hand roamed all over my chest. I let out a loud moan when he pinched my hard nipples through my top. I was trembling like a leaf under him.

Our kiss is turning more carnal and wild, swirling our tongues together.

He was drawing strange sensations from my body. I kept moaning inside his mouth as he continued his assaults on my breasts.

His hands then travelled down my thighs and he lifted my dress up a little higher till my waist and I could feel his hot bulge against my tingling core, only our clothes acting a barrier to each other.

My whole body shuddered and a loud moan escaped from my mouth as he pressed his long, masculine finger over the edge of my thong. I lose my mind as he slips his hand inside my thong and moves his fingers up and down my slit.

“God, you're so wet. Your pussy is practically begging to be fucked, sweetheart. Have you been this horny?” He purred against my mouth.

In a second he pulls the thong aside exposing my bare pussy to him. The cold air greets my skin making my whole body shudder, drawing goosebumps all over me.

The whole scene is so sinful and so wrong.

“ You want me to open you? Alright, ma bella. I'll do as you say. I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy so hard that you won't be able to walk straight.”