Chapter 4

I turned to see sharp blue eyes staring at me from a distance. He wasn’t dancing. He was surrounded by friends and a few ladies, his presence demanding attention without effort. The first few buttons of his black shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms.

A glass of alcohol sat lazily in his grip.

Damn. He was really eye candy. Whatever you’d call what I did next, I don’t know, but I gave him a slow, teasing eye roll and unconsciously licked my lips before gulping.

I turned around and kept dancing, trying to focus on the music, on the heat of the club, but something shifted. It suddenly felt like I had called the attention of a ravaging beast.

“What the hell?” the guy dancing behind me suddenly yelped.

I turned, confused—only to see that the man who had been across the room just a minute ago was now right behind me.

What the hell is he, Flash?

“You’re bold, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through my body as he leaned in close.

Damn. What in god’s voice was that?

I smirked, rolling my waist, pressing back against him. My body arched naturally, my ass fitting perfectly against something hard.

Shit.

My heart stammered in my chest.

Diane, you were still married three weeks ago. What the fuck are you doing?

But his hands gripped my waist, steady and firm, like he already owned me. His breath was hot against my neck as he leaned in further.

“You’re playing rough, but I like it,” he whispered, his voice thick with something primal.

Then his lips brushed my nape, warm and teasing.

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me, unexpected and terrifying. My body responded before my brain could catch up, pressing into him, silently begging for more.

Whoever looked at us would know we weren’t just dancing. This wasn’t just a casual club grind. This was something else. Something dangerous.

And fuck, it felt good.

Yes. This was why I came here tonight—to drown myself in something good. To forget.

For a moment, I remembered Clara. I scanned the crowd, but she was nowhere in sight.

“Your friend left a while ago,” he murmured in my ear, his voice carrying that same smooth confidence, like he already knew I’d be his by the end of the night.

“Oh.” I turned to look at him properly. Even in the dim lighting, his features were stupidly sharp. Chiseled jaw, full lips, dark tousled hair, and those damn piercing blue eyes that looked like they could strip me bare without lifting a finger.

“Wanna spend the night alone with me?” he asked.

My breath hitched.

Who the hell rejects a man like this?

I should’ve hesitated. I should’ve at least pretended to think about it.

But instead, I just smiled.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, smirking as he pulled out his phone, typed something, then grabbed my hand.

We left the club, weaving through the crowd like the world had already decided for me.

The sleek black car outside screamed money. He slid into the backseat with me, barely giving me a second to breathe before his lips crashed against mine.

Fuck.

His tongue tangled with mine, hungry, desperate. The driver was right there in the front, but I didn’t give a shit. I kissed him like I was starved, like I’d been deprived of this for too fucking long.

And maybe I had.

It had been over a year since Mike touched me. I’d thought we were just busy, that work had kept us apart, but now it was clear—he’d been spending all that time fucking my sister.

That bastard.

The anger in my chest fueled my hunger. I kissed the stranger harder, my fingers tangling in his hair as his hands slid up my dress, gripping my ass possessively.

His fingers dug in as he suddenly pulled me onto his lap.

“Easy,” he muttered against my lips, smirking. “I’m all yours tonight.”

I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon when the driver’s voice cut through the haze.

“We’re here, sir.”

I barely processed where we were. The luxurious hotel loomed over us, towering and expensive.

It was my first time in a place like this, but tonight? I didn’t give a fuck.

He led me inside, straight to the elevator, straight to a suite that smelled like him—dark, clean, intoxicating.

Before I could admire the place, he lifted me, carrying me straight to the wide bed, his weight pressing over me.

Then he stopped.

“No,” he muttered. “I want to see you properly.”

His hand reached above my head, tapping a sensor. The lights brightened instantly.

I squinted at the sudden glare, but he just smirked, scanning me from head to toe.

“She’s pretty too,” he murmured.

I arched a brow. “Was I supposed to hear that?”

“Loud and clear, darling.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Don’t people usually say that kind of thing in their heads in this situation?”

He grinned. “No point in hiding it.”

I should’ve been embarrassed, but his hungry gaze made my skin burn. His hands slid up my thighs, slow and possessive, before finally peeling off my red dress.

He took his time looking at me.

“It would’ve been a waste without the light,” he muttered. “Your body was made to ruin men.”

His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. I gasped as his lips replaced his fingers, warm and wet against my skin.

I barely realized when he’d stripped out of his own clothes.

All I knew was that suddenly, his strong frame was covering mine, his lips trailing heat over my body.

Then his fingers dipped between my thighs.

A sharp gasp left my lips.

“Fuck.”

He smirked against my skin. “You have no patience, do you? You’re soaking wet, darling.”

I barely had time to process that before he thrust inside me.

I gasped, arching. “What the fuck—”

“What do you think?” he growled, pushing in further.

My body tensed, stretching around him.

“Urgh,” I moaned.

He paused, giving me a second to adjust. That was… considerate. But just as I started to relax, he moved.

Slow at first.

Then steady.

Then hard.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as his lips crashed into mine again. Our tongues tangled, hands gripping, bodies colliding.

We moved together, shifting through positions, but one thing never changed—the way he completely unraveled me.

My body burned, the pleasure coiling tighter, hotter. My head tilted back, my moans spilling freely.

“Fuck,” I gasped, gripping his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I was close. So fucking close.

“Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, his breath ragged.

Then he slammed into me one last time, his body tensing, his moan breaking against my lips. He came hard inside.

Pleasure exploded inside me, sharp and consuming, tearing through every nerve. I could feel his hot cum inside.

For the first time in months, my mind went blank.

When it was over, I collapsed beneath him, completely spent.

My body was a mess—my heart still racing, my legs trembling, my skin damp with sweat.

I had cried all day. I had felt empty, broken.

But now?

I didn’t feel anything at all.

Just exhaustion.

As my eyes fluttered shut, I heard him whispering something against my skin.

I didn’t care.

Let me sleep first.