Chapter 6 Feeling Hot!

Danika's Pov

“Mhm.” I moaned into the kiss, tilting my head to make it deeper. The stranger understood my intentions, so he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine.

The kiss wasn't gentle; it was an explosion of heat and need, fueled by the drug. His mouth was scorching against mine, and his tongue demanded entry immediately. I responded without thinking, caught in the sudden, shocking intensity of the moment. He removed his hands from my waist and shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the ground in a heap.

Then, with a low grunt, he actually wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and lifted me off my feet. The sudden movement had me instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him to keep from falling. I felt the powerful clench of his muscles, the sheer force he was exerting just to stay upright and keep kissing me. He was clearly strong, despite how ill and dizzy he clearly felt.

He began to move, stumbling slightly, his feet shuffling across the floor, carrying my weight easily. I kept kissing him, clinging to his neck, throwing away all sense or sanity. This was really enjoyable.

He reached the bed and then he lowered me gently, carefully, until I was lying on the soft huge bed. He immediately followed, hovering above me, his hands braced on either side of my head. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for both of us to drag in ragged, shuddering breaths. We were both panting heavily, our chests rising and falling in unison.

The stranger's eyes were still glossy and unfocused, but they were locked entirely on mine, burning with a mix of fever, confusion, and overwhelming physical need. His jaw was still clenched, sweat beading on his forehead and tracing paths down his temples. He didn't even move to touch me again right away.

“Why… Why did you stop?” I breathed out, my voice low, “If you're rethinking about this, then…” Actually, I wasn't planning on sleeping with him. I was going to help him into the shower and maybe prepare a very cold bath for him. Since this was a VIP room, I supposed the shower could be set to cold water. But the moment he kissed me, it was as if all my reasoning had flown out of the window.

I used to be a conservative woman. Jared was the only man I've had sex with and even after I found out he was sleeping with that woman, I didn't dare to do the same. But since he set me up and wanted another man to forcefully sleep with me, why not make his wishes come true? The only difference would be that I slept with a hot and handsome man, instead of the old and pudgy man he wanted me to sleep with.

He just stared, breathing hard. "Do you… do you really want this?" He managed to gasp out, the question barely audible over his heavy breathing. It was a bizarre moment of politeness, a tiny island of control.

I let out a shaky, triumphant breath, feeling the intoxicating rush of power. I was in control of him now. A smirk touched my lips. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, my fingers curling into the damp, expensive fabric of his shirt.

"It's nice that you asked for permission despite the aphrodisiac, I thought you've lost control." I whispered, pulling him closer, forcing him to keep staring into my eyes, "And yes. I do want this."

He groaned, a deep sound in his throat, and was about to lower his head when he paused again, his clouded eyes sweeping over my exposed skin and the torn dress.

"Aren't you... Aren't you married?" He asked, his voice thick and rough.

I froze. How on earth did he know that I was married? I stared at him for a moment, deciding on what to say, but then I laughed, a short, sharp burst of cynicism that held no humor. The idea of marriage felt like a bad joke right now.

"Married? Yeah sure I am." I scoffed, running my hands down his chest, "But if my husband can sleep around with his precious 'white moonlight' why can't I sleep with someone else? He hasn't touched me in months because apparently, I look disgusting to him and I can't compare to that other woman. Consider this collateral damage, or maybe... sweet, sweet revenge."

The stranger paused. Then, shockingly, he laughed too. It wasn't a panicked or pained sound this time. It was a low, genuine sound, deep in his chest, and it made my heart skip a frantic beat. It was a beautiful, dangerous sound.

He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath scorching. The drug was clearly fighting with his awareness, making his words slurry and fragmented.

"White moonlight, huh?" He murmured, pulling back just enough to look at me, a cryptic, almost knowing glint in his eyes. He sounded less like a stranger and more like someone who understood exactly what I was talking about.

"Since you allowed this.” He continued, his voice dropping, the light sound of his laugh completely gone. He was deadly serious now, despite his state, "You should know that you can't get out of it now. Not ever."

I frowned, the sudden shift in his tone confusing me. He was talking nonsense, or maybe just the ravings of a drugged man.

"What does that even mean? Get out of what? What are you talking about? You… humph?!” He didn't give me time to process the question.

His eyes closed, a muscle twitching in his jaw, and he kissed me again, fiercely, drowning out my confusion with heat and pure physical need. His desperation was contagious, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter, allowing myself to be consumed by the sudden, reckless passion. The rest of the night was filled with moans of pleasure.