Chapter Three

[Vanessa's POV]

Before I could even pull my pants up properly, he was behind me. His hand clamped onto my waist, dragging my back flush against his hard chest, while his other hand reached around to cup my right breast through my dress. A sharp gasp tore from my throat.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone dropping into a low, dark growl. His thumb and forefinger flicked over my nipple, rolling it through the thin fabric.

"Hmm..." I murmured absentmindedly, my thoughts instantly growing foggy again. Curse this sensation.

Without warning, he spun me around to face him.

"You haven't answered my question," he said. His hand slid from my waist down to my hip, giving my butt a firm, possessive squeeze before spanking it lightly. A sharp jolt of electricity shot straight down my spine, completely wiping out whatever rational thoughts I had left.

Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"My answer," he whispered against my skin, leaning down to bite lightly at my earlobe. "I'm waiting."

I shivered, my hands automatically flying up to his broad shoulders just to keep myself upright. My knees felt leaden. The lingering haze of alcohol, mixed with the raw, addictive heat of his touch, was making it impossible to think straight.

"Hands off," he commanded, giving my butt another quick spank.

I instantly dropped my hands to my sides. Satisfied, he pulled back entirely, leaving me standing there cold, unattended, and miserable. I stood trembling, breathing heavily, feeling like an absolute mess.

He walked over to the side of the bed, sat down, and looked me dead in the eye with a slow, dangerous smirk.

"Where do you think you're going?"

It felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over my head. My senses finally snapped back into place.

"I... I have to go," I managed to breathe out, looking around the room frantically. "It's late. My friends will be looking for me."

I glanced at the floor, searching for my panties. Where were they? I was just about to put them on a second ago.

"Looking for this?" he asked.

I whipped my head toward him. He was holding my delicate lace thong up by his fingertips, dangling it in front of his face. A burning blush crept up my neck and flooded my cheeks.

Shameless. Absolutely shameless.

I silently cursed Lola in my head for making me wear this ridiculous side-tie thong in the first place. How had he even managed to snatch it from me without me noticing? I hadn't even figured out how to put the damn thing back on properly.

He stretched his arm out toward me, the lace dangling from his fingers. "Come take it."

I shook my head, taking a hesitant step back. It felt like a trap, but I couldn't exactly walk out of a high-end club in a dress this short without underwear. I had no choice. Breathing out in defeat, I moved slowly toward him. The moment I reached out my hand, he pulled his arm back, keeping it just out of my reach.

"Just give it to me," I huffed, my frustration boiling over. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. I lunged forward to grab the lace, but he was far too quick.

His hand shot out, wrapping around my wrists in one swift motion. With an effortless pull, he dragged me onto the bed, lying flat on my stomach.

Before I could process what was happening, I heard the sound of materials tearing. Too exhausted to look up, he pulled my hands up toward the dark wooden headboard. Taking the thin side ties of my lace thong, he looped them securely around my wrists, tying me tightly to the frame.

"Hey—let me go!" I gasped, twisting against the mattress as I found my strength again.

"Stay still," he murmured, his hands already sliding up my thighs.

He didn't rush. His fingers traced dark, tantalizing paths over my bare skin, gripping and groping my hips, my waist, and my breasts from behind until every nerve ending in my body was on fire.

I arched my back helplessly into his touch, my protests dissolving into soft, breathless whimpers.

Positioning himself behind me, he guided his length to my entrance. A sudden frown crossed his face as he met resistance again, the harsh realization washing over him all over again.

"You're a virgin? ," he growled low in his throat. I couldn't reply as I became embarrassed.

This time, he didn't rush. He entered me agonizingly slowly, giving my tight body time to stretch and adjust to his size. I gasped, burying my face in the soft mattress as the pain rushed through me. I whimpered in pain. Damn he was huge. I felt like I was being torn apart. He paused giving me time to adjust. Once I relaxed against him, he bagan moving faster, deeper, driving me insane.

I let out moans shameless as I just reached a new peak of bliss. We crested the peak together, a loud moan tearing my throat as a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over me, followed immediately by his low, possessive growl as he released inside me.

Exhausted, I let my head rest against the pillow, waiting for him to untie my hands. Finally, it was over.

Except it wasn't.

Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my back, untied my wrists, and pinned my arms above my head. Dark, burning eyes locked onto mine. Without a word, he aligned himself and pushed right back inside me.

My eyes widened in sheer shock. "Again... ?"

"I'm nowhere near done with you," he growled against my lips. I looked down as I gulped. He was still hard?

He plunged into a third round, his strokes heavy and relentless. My senses were completely overwhelmed. Between the lingering alcohol and the breathless exhaustion pulling at my muscles, my vision began to blur. His deep voice and the rhythmic heat of his body were the last things I registered before the darkness swallowed me whole.