Make Me Feel Good
Sophie's Point of View
“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be drinking alone this late, don’t you think?”
I lifted my head, throwing him a sharp glare.
The alcohol was starting to take its effect on me, blurring my vision. I couldn't see his face clearly.
“How about you leave me the fuck alone? I'd really appreciate it,” I muttered under my breath.
I gulped down another glass of whiskey. This is all I need… to drink my sorrows away and forget about everything else.
It is possible when I wake up, my reality will be different. Perhaps I'd wake up with Liam right next to me.
He chuckled, his voice deep and husky. It took everything in me to ignore him.
After finishing my last drink, I tried to stand, but I was too drunk. I stumbled—and just before I fell, strong arms caught me, stopping me from hitting the table.
A surge of rage rushed through me as he scooped me into his arms and started making his way upstairs.
“Let go of me,” my words slurred. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off. Maybe when I wake up, my reality will be different, and I'll be happy.
“Relax, I won't do anything to you, but I won't let you go home alone in such a state. You are too drunk,” his deep voice echoed. But now I could barely see his face. I was too drunk to even fight.
As we reached the top of the stairs, he kicked one of the doors open before he walked inside, heading over to the bed. He gently laid me on there, tucking me into the sheets.
“You can sleep here and go home in the morning,” he said, ready to walk away. But I grasped his hand. He wasn't as bad as I thought. He might be able to take away my sorrows.
“Make me feel good, and I'll pay you as much money as you want.”
All my senses seemed to have dulled. I couldn't think clearly. All I wanted was for the pain to end. For once, I wanted to feel good.
The guy let out a snicker, his tone deep but laced with a kind of darkness I couldn't describe. Nor did I have the time.
I sat up on the bed, my movements unsteady. Without warning, I slammed my lips against his.
He returned the kiss, pulling me closer to him. We kissed open-mouthed, panting as our bodies worked, sending my whole body on fire with pure pleasure.
His lips trailed down to my neck, a shiver running through my spine as his wet lips moved to lower my revealed cleavage.
My body temperature rose with annoyance as he broke the kiss. “Why did you stop? Kiss me, fuck me, just do everything. I'd pay you.”
I leaned closer to him, my hand landing on his chiseled bare chest. I could feel his gaze darkening as it locked with mine.
“Too bad, I don't fuck drunk women,” his words were sharp as he exhaled deeply. “But you are always welcome to come again in a good state. Then I'd fuck the hell out of you.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a heat spreading between my legs.
I straddled him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I placed a soft kiss on his neck, trailing down to his throat. He gulped against my lips, his body tensing against mine.
“Are you actually scared of fucking me because you know you can't satisfy me?” I moved my lips over to his ears, my words taunting.
Tonight, I'd forget everything and just enjoy myself. I'd think about the rest tomorrow.
“Fuck,” his jaws tightened. He grasped my body, pinning my hands behind me.
My legs were wrapped around him, supporting me so I wouldn't fall. “Do you know what you are getting yourself into?”
I sneered.
Without a word, I leaned closer, slamming my lips against his, a lusty feeling of warmth stealing over me as he devoured my lips like it was the only thing to do.
In a swift movement, he laid me on the bed, yanking off his tie. He tied my hands against the headboard. His eyes now caressed my body.
“Damn it! Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?” His voice was now hoarse.
I let out a slurred chuckle.
“Talking big with no action,” I taunted, my eyes on him seductively.
Without warning, he tore my dress off my body before he tossed it on the floor, leaving me in my bra and pants.
Ecstasy flowed through me as he unhooked my bra and tossed it on the ground.
I arched my back against the bed as he hovered on top of me.
He patted my legs with his knee, his wet lips trailing down my neck to my thighs. A moan escaped my lips; pressure ran through me.
“Are you sure about this, beautiful? Once I fuck you, you will belong to me.”
I swallowed hard, unable to think due to alcohol and pleasure spreading through me. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me.
“Just do it.” My voice was barely above a whisper, my heart racing against my chest.
My moans filled the dark room as his lips explored each part of me, his hands tracing the contour of my body.
And when he finally pushed his erection against my opening, his movement was slow at the beginning.
I winced as a sharp pain cut through me, but it was soon replaced by never-ending pleasure.
The entire night became a blur, focused solely on our lovemaking. I could hardly recall when we finally paused and drifted into a deep sleep.
I knew I would regret it in the morning, but at that moment, my mind felt completely blank.