Chapter 2
Genevieve
Everything blurred, but I knew I was no longer in control.
The velvet-lined hallway swallowed me whole until I was pushed into a suite too lavish for reality.
Every inch of it radiated wealth and power. His power.
A cruel laugh echoed as I was thrown onto the leather couch
“Wait here,” one of them said flatly. “The boss will be here in a moment.”
“Boss?” The word slipped from my trembling lips.
The door shut behind them with a heavy click.
I sat frozen. The vodka haze clouding my head. My heartbeat was too loud in the silence.
My hands gripped my knees so tight my knuckles turned white.
Should I run? Should I change my mind? my heart whispered.
But No. My mind screamed.
This wasn’t about romance—this was about revenge.
Noah’s smug face flashed in my mind. If he could screw my best friend behind my back, why couldn’t I do worse?
The door opened.
A tall, dark shadow filled the frame.
My breath caught.
As he stepped forward, the room suddenly felt cold. Too cold.
The dim light slid over him like it was designed to—cut-glass jawline. Sharp cheekbones.
Eyes like something that could kill or worship you, and a body built for sin.
He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, but with something more dangerous in his stance. Something feral.
God help me, he was so much hotter than Noah.
If I slept with him, Noah’s reaction would be priceless.
His gaze burned into me. It slid down to my drenched top that had turned transparent under the rain.
My pink bra peeked shamelessly through the fabric.
I tried to push myself up, but my legs betrayed me. I stumbled forward. Straight into him.
My hand brushed against his pants. Accident. Pure accident.Except—my eyes widened as I felt him. Hard.
Even under two layers of fabric, I could grasp the shape of his cock.
My breath snagged in my throat.
In an instant, his hand gripped around my wrist. An iron grip.
“Are you really that desperate for sex?” His voice was accusing. The faintest curl of mockery.
I stared back. My anger overrides shame. “Yeah… I’m desperate,” I said, each word sharp. He gripped my chin and turned my face up.
“I don’t make love darling. I fuck. And that could ruin you..” He growled. But that growling only made me want to get ruined by him.
“I want to be.. ruined.”
Without warning, he yanked me up like I weighed nothing and tossed me onto the massive bed.
He yanked his shirt out. His body was trembling when he leaned closer and grabbed the edge of the bed.
“I’ll give you one last chance…” he growled, starting to unbutton his shirt. “Run—if you can.”
The crisp white fabric slid from his shoulders revealing a lean, tanned body.
The sweatbeads rolled down from his muscular chest.
My pulse kicked into overdrive.
“Fuck me… please…” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice shaking but firm. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my chest. “I beg you.”
He gripped my chin, forcing my face up. His hazel-brown eyes were locked on mine, searing through me.
“If that’s all you want…” His voice dropped lower before his mouth crashed against mine.
The taste of wine spilled across my tongue. My anger melted into a fire I didn’t recognize, one that burned hotter with every second.
My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His kiss was raw like an unspoken claim.
His hands tore at my clothes. The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the silence.
When his lips found my neck, his teeth sank in just enough to make me gasp.
“Ahh—!” It was wilder than I ever imagined.
His palms closed over my breasts, rough and sure. Kneading like he owned me.
Then his hands gripped my thighs, yanking me toward him.
“You’re full of surprises,” he growled against my ear. “Didn’t know you were this… hungry.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m horny. I want you to fuck me now.”
His lips brushed my ear, his whisper a brand on my skin. “Fine. But from tonight onward… you’re mine.”
I didn’t answer. My eyes slid shut as he took me. His body a storm that didn’t stop until the first light of dawn spilled across the room.
The sun burned against my eyelids.
I blinked awake, the first thing I saw was skin—bronze, broad shoulders rising and falling with his breath. Hickeys marked my body like a trail, and his back… his back was covered in red scratches. Mine.
Reality hit like a slap. I’d slept with a stranger in a drunken haze.
I slipped from the bed, gathering my torn clothes with trembling hands. No goodbyes. No explanations.
By the time the cab pulled up to my house, I’d convinced myself I could just bury the night and move on.