Chapter 2.
Warning: Mature Content Ahead. Please Skip When You Feel Uncomfortable.
Leo's POV.
I sipped my whiskey, surveying the dimly lit bar. It's a bar I frequent a lot. Today, I have business to attend to, but first, I need to unwind.
As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on a figure hunched over a drink at the far end of the bar. A woman, with long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ebony silk. She was alone, nursing her glass as if it were her lifeline.
Curiosity piqued, I watched her for a moment. She seemed adrift in thought, oblivious to the world around her. I nodded to my bodyguard, signaling him to keep some distance.
I approached her, the soft creak of the stool beside her announcing my presence. She didn’t flinch, too absorbed in her drink. I took a seat, signaling the bartender for another round.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice low and smooth.
“Not at all,” she replied, her tone husky from the whiskey. “I’m just getting started.”
Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. Who was this mysterious woman, and what brought her to this place?
“Are you new here?” I couldn’t help but ask, her face was unfamiliar in this often-frequented bar.
“New here?” She chuckled. “Are you kidding me?” She finally faced me, and God, those emerald eyes weren't something I could easily ignore.
The bartender delivered my drink, and I raised it in a silent toast, my eyes never leaving hers.
She smiled faintly, clinking her glass against mine before taking a sip. I sipped my whiskey, captivated by her presence.
“You’ve been staring at me for quite a while. Am I your type?” she asked, plumping her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm, amusement radiating from her.
“And what if I said you are my type?” I mimicked her posture.
“Then don’t like me,” she retorted, a challenge hidden in her words. Why would this beautiful woman dismiss me? No one ever did.
“Why?” I probed, genuinely curious.
"I don’t do love, and don’t ask me why," she replied, shifting in her seat as she took a leisurely sip of her drink.
I’d never been in love or had a serious relationship not because I’d been heartbroken, but because I had no interest. As a top-tier playboy, I reveled in my lifestyle. Yet, this woman had me intrigued.
“So what do you do then?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Fuck and run,” she answered nonchalantly, her fingers trailing up my thigh, accompanied by a playful wink.
Her boldness surprised me, but wow, I was captivated by her vibes.
"You're diving into a messy game right now. Are you sure you can handle it?" I leaned closer, my voice low.
“What do you think?” She smirked, her confidence radiating as her hand boldly found its way to my cock. Her expression remained calm, as if she were simply brushing against a casual topic in conversation.
"Why don't we see?" I challenged, capturing her lips in a kiss that ignited an electric connection between us.
When I broke the kiss, I could see the desire mirrored in her eyes and that signature smirk lingering on her lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, urgency barely masked in my tone.
She stood, moving with a fluid grace toward the back of the bar, her confidence intoxicating. I followed closely, casting a glance at my bodyguard, who nodded in understanding. My focus was solely on her, the curve of her waist accentuated by the rhythm of her sway.
We slipped through a discreet door into a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with anticipation. My hand settled possessively on her lower back, eliciting a soft gasp that sent a thrill through me.
The door to the private room creaked open. Inside, the lush velvet curtains and plush sofa beckoned enticingly. Mischief danced in her eyes as she stepped in, and I followed, closing the door behind us, shutting out the rest of the world.
The atmosphere shifted the moment the door clicked into place. She pressed her body against mine, lips crashing into mine with an urgent fervor. Instinctively, I responded, our mouths moving together like we were both starved for this connection. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
She broke the kiss, her warm breath whispering against my ear. “I hope you can keep up.”
I chuckled, her playful challenge igniting a thrilling tension between us. With a bold move, I pushed her back against the plush sofa, my body eclipsing hers as I trailed soft, lingering kisses down her neck, savoring the intoxicating taste of her skin.
In an instant, she flipped us over, her body now on top of mine, straddling me with all the confidence of a woman in control. I could feel her weight pressing down, a deliciously electrifying sensation that sent shivers racing through me. Her hands roamed over my chest, fingers dancing over every contour, teasing, tempting, awakening every nerve ending.
“Want to see how messy I can really get?” she murmured, her lips brushing against my jawline, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through me.
“Show me,” I replied, my voice a low growl filled with anticipation.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began to move against me, the friction igniting an inferno within. I gripped her hips, guiding her movements, losing myself to the rhythm of our bodies colliding. God, the way she teased me was driving me insane.
With a swift motion, I flipped her over, taking control as I hovered above her. My fingers traced the delicate contours of her face, memorizing each feature as though she were a rare and beautiful work of art. I lingered on her lips, savoring its softness before claiming them again, my fingers exploring lower until they found her heated core.
In a flash, her dress was torn away, and she pulled my shirt off, leaving me awestruck by the stunning sight before me. This girl was breathtaking, her beauty striking me to my core.
I captured her lips once more, my fingers teasing her core, eliciting a delicious moan that echoed into my mouth. Her hands eagerly worked on my pants, releasing my aching desire. Before I could fully process the moment, her warm hands enveloped my cock, sending my mind into a frenzy. She was unlike any woman I had encountered before her, an enigma wrapped in passion.
Her hands glided rhythmically, up and down my length, igniting sensations that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips, a melody of desire that curled in the air between us. As her movements quickened, a wave of ecstasy built within me, threatening to break.
She arched her back, a visual symphony of her pleasure as she tightened around my fingers. I could sense her nearing the edge, and in that moment, I replaced my fingers with my hard length. The gasping breath she released echoed in the space, a sound that both thrilled and captivated me. I paused, allowing her to adjust, cherishing this intimate exchange.
Gently, I began to move, each thrust sinking deeper into our shared bliss. Her moans were a harmony that resonated within me, pushing me closer to the edge. I found my rhythm, gradually building momentum as pleasure coiled tight between us.
With each movement, we were lost in the moment, two souls dancing on the precipice of release. And together, we soared into a realm of pure ecstasy, where time ceased to exist.