Chapter 8 Fuck Me

Hazel.

Gulp. I gulped so hard, I could feel it at the back of my throat.

I kept looking into his eyes, his gaze locked with mine.

The area was quite dark, and I could barely get a grasp of what his face looked like, but somehow, his siren eyes managed to stare so deeply at me.

Then, his eyes slowly travelled from my face, all the way down to my chest. “Hot,” he whispered, his husky voice sinking deep into my being.

“I…I’m sorry, but you might have to find someone else to be with tonight. I came with someone else and….”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want just you?” he leaned towards me with a smirk. My eyes landed on his perfect reddish lips.

I wanted them… so bad. But I knew I couldn’t lose everything.

That night with Damien was my only hope.

You cannot mess this up, Hazel!

Taking in another deep breath, I gently slid away from his reach.

I got up, and my legs felt weaker. I didn’t know why, but it felt like I no longer knew how to walk.

I really needed to get away from whoever that was. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t last much longer before throwing myself into his arms.

I slowly walked away, looking around the club, checking if I would find Damien, then I felt a hand grab my waist.

I’d never felt so small.

I gasped. His grip grew firmer.

The smell of his perfume ran through my nose… it was the man from earlier—that dangerous-looking man.

“I…”

“How about you have a drink? For motivation,” he handed a glass of liquor to me before burying his face in my neck.

I felt it. It was warm and moist. The feeling of his lips on my neck made me feel things I’d never felt before. The heat… it burned from inside.

In rhythm with the music, his hands trailed my body. Unlike when Damien touched me, I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to keep feeling his touch.

I’d never been so helpless in my whole life.

My grip was barely firm on the glass…. I feared it would fall out of my hands.

Heavy breaths.

He kept kissing my neck, and I felt how juicy his lips were. I immediately wanted them on mine.

The next seconds, his hands were on my thighs…. It might make me sound like a slut, but I desperately wanted him to feel my wetness.

I wanted to feel his long fingers inside me. I closed my eyes, letting out a moan...Waiting for him to do it. Right there….reach for my underwear.

Fuck!

I snapped back into reality, immediately snatching myself from his grip.

What is wrong with you, Hazel! What if Damien finds me with him? Then it's game over.

I emptied the glass in my hand and dropped it on the counter … fuck! That shit burned my throat.

I was strongly hoping the alcohol would help me get my shit together and keep me in check till Damien arrived, but… I was wrong.

The moment his dangerously sexy hands landed on me, again... I let out a moan so loud that I bet someone else heard me.

He turned me around, grabbing my ass before leaning in to kiss me. “Don’t fight it.”

He commanded, and I obeyed.

The drink wasn’t helping. Instead, it turned me into a horny mess that badly wanted to be fucked by whoever that man was.

He grabbed me like I was his, taking in my lower lip. I kept moaning. I couldn’t stop.

Our tongues intertwined…. My breath was heavy…he growled gently. I could tell...he was holding it in; all the things he wanted to do to me.

The alcohol was starting to kick in, and I knew I wasn’t myself anymore. All I could think of was him.

I had no thoughts of Damien, no idea of Dad. All that filled my head was his erect dick pressing against my ass.

“You want me, don’t you?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

His breath was heavy and unstable. He slowly grabbed my hand and placed it over his trousers.

“Grab it,” his thick voice ordered.

Every bit of shame I had in me was gone. I grabbed his wood, and a smirk landed on my face even though I doubted if it would actually fit inside of me.

“Can you handle it?” he asked.

Scoff… “You think I can’t?”

Are you crazy, Hazel! That thing would be the death of you!

“Let’s see how long you can last.” He had a deadly smile on his face. One that indicated he would fuck me almost to death. But I didn’t mind. I wanted it.

He picked me up like I was a piece of paper, taking me to God knows where. Finally, we arrived in the room and after carefully laying me on the bed, he proceeded to lock the door.

The lock clicked, and he turned. “You’re drunk,” he whispered, as I hesitated to sleep with me.

I gently got out of bed, and when I moved closer to him, he also reeked of alcohol. “You’re also drunk,” I chuckled crazily. My eyes were barely open. “If you are scared about anyone asking, just tell them I raped you.”

I understood his fear. He didn’t want to get in trouble, but I was at that point in my life where I just wanted to enjoy the moment without minding what would happen after. I unbuttoned his shirt completely, and the structure of his body was such sinful scenery.

His abs were firm… I slowly ran my hands through his chest, patiently watching as his self-control slipped away.

“Are you sure you want this?” once again, he asked once again.

Words couldn’t explain how much I wanted to be laid. Hence, I stepped back…and without hesitation I STRIPPED MYSELF NAKED!

“Fuck me.”