Chapter 3

All my focus was on Luis's hand. Seizing a moment of distraction, I reached for a corner of the camisole.

"Mr. Charlton...may I have it back, please?" I whispered.

Far from releasing it, Luis's grip tightened around my wrist.

I gasped, a startled cry escaping me.

"Ah…"

The sound caught the others' attention, and Yara paused to check on me. "What's wrong, Nicole?"

"It's...it's nothing. Keep going..."

My heart raced, but I forced a lie, pretending all was well.

The game resumed, and Luis grew more daring by the second.

One hand on my wrist, his other hand boldly claimed my smooth thigh, his touch circling the soft flesh.

Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

I fought to maintain my composure, but the rising pleasure was impossible to conceal.

Soft moans slipped from my lips, unbidden.

Luis's smile was devilish as he leaned in, his voice a low temptation as he said, "Does that feel good, Nicole? Hmm?"

His question was punctuated by a firmer squeeze, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of sanity.

He was pressing in too close, and I stiffened, keeping his wandering hand at bay.

"Mr. Charlton... Please, no..."

My head shook, eyes brimming with tears, as I pleaded with him, feeling utterly wronged.

However, Luis did not back down; the predatory gleam in his eyes only grew brighter.

Noticing I was faltering, Luis turned to Yara and said, "Yara, there's a vintage red in the cabinet I've been saving. Would you mind fetching it?"

Confused but compliant, Yara quickly left the table.

Keith, seizing the opportunity, followed right behind her.

Once they were gone, leaving just Luis and me, he yanked me onto his lap with a swift tug.

His arm encircled my waist, his other hand tenderly stroking my face.

The discomfort was overwhelming. I could feel him hard and firm beneath me. I squirmed, letting out an involuntary sigh. "You're...so big..."

Luis smirked at my shock, clearly pleased with himself.

He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Ever seen a man's true strength, Nicole? Hmm?"

His voice was a taunt, a challenge wrapped in a whisper.

Flustered, my cheeks burned, and I shook my head, breathless. "I...I've never even had a boyfriend..."

At my confession, the hunger in Luis's eyes became insatiable.

He growled softly and said, "Hmm... So, Nicole, you've never been touched?"

I nodded, my shyness overwhelming, hands pressing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us.

However, it was futile; with a gentle nudge of his knee, I slid helplessly closer to him.

A soft whimper escaped me as our bodies aligned, and I felt a heat rising within.

I felt utterly ensnared by the dress, its fabric clinging to me in all the wrong ways.

Luis noticed the coy glint in my eyes and went in for the kill, his lips claiming mine with a victorious hunger.

His tongue danced a wild tango with mine, savoring the sweetness of my breath.

His hands roamed with purpose, sneaking beneath my blouse to tease the curves of my chest, each pinch sending shivers down my spine.

I was spellbound, my head thrown back, moans escaping my lips in soft waves.

"Mmm... Please, not like this..."

As Luis's grip tightened, my willpower crumbled like a sandcastle at high tide.

He saw me weaken, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he pulled me closer.

"Sweetheart, tonight, let me be your first, okay?"

I stayed silent, but he was not done.

His fingers played a dangerous game with the edge of my underwear, and as desire washed over me, I found myself nodding against his neck.

"Yes... Go ahead..."

My consent was all he needed. Luis was ecstatic, and soon after, I heard the sound of fabric tearing, followed by an intense heat pressing against me...