Chapter 2: I Was Fucked by the Most Popular Guy

Finally, Kael roughly tossed me onto the bed.

Just as I was adjusting to the disorienting sensation of the world spinning, his tall, imposing body pressed down on me. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, setting my entire being ablaze.

"Turn... turn off the lights," I managed, clinging to what little sense I had left.

"There’s no need..."

"I want to feel your body more."

What I really hoped was he wouldn't be able to recognize me tomorrow.

At the bars, I always wore over-the-top makeup—death metal punk chick vibe. And I did that for a reason. It was my way of avoiding unnecessary trouble.

Eventually, Kael flicked off the last light without argument. And when he was back, his hand found my face in the dark, his lips crashing into mine.

I had assumed that Kael, a boxer with that kind of muscles, would be rough and reckless.

However, he just kissed my lips again, somehow sensing my nerves, and his tongue danced with mine for a really long time before he proceeded.

Feeling his touch, my body arched uncontrollably.

I grabbed his neck, pulling him closer.

God, I must've looked desperate.

"Faster, harder," I whimpered, almost grinding against him, my nails digging into his skin.

These new sensations almost brought tears streaming down my face.

Finally, I convulsed in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of my climax. It was so intense and sudden, overwhelming all my senses with its shocking force.

I lay gasping on the bed as Kael shed the last of his clothes.

He then just spread my legs.

As he positioned himself at my entrance, I trembled, instinctively clinging to him.

"Good girl, is this your first time?" Kael asked in a low voice, perhaps sensing my nervousness. He kissed my lips gently.

I was too overwhelmed to answer, my senses consumed by the intensity of the moment.

I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling closer.

Kael chuckled softly at my actions, his movements becoming even more tender and patient.

At first, he moved cautiously, his deep eyes watching me intently. If I winced, he would stop and kiss me.

Once the initial discomfort passed, I felt an incredible fullness, the pleasure spreading through my entire body.

"You don’t need to worry about me," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me like a wild horse."

Kael took the invitation, thrusting with abandon, his movements radiating dominance and possessiveness.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on tightly as he bent down to suck on my neck.

Goosebumps rose on my skin. It felt as though Kael’s teeth had grown into sharp fangs, ready to pierce my flesh at any moment.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, kissing my lips.

Despite his roughness, his tone was gentle, like a true gentleman.

"Yes," I panted, my tongue flicking across my lips. "I can handle even more."

As soon as I spoke, Kael’s thrusts grew even more forceful, shaking me to my core.

This was an experience unlike any I’d had before. Compared to this, my time with Lucian had been utterly disappointing.

Back then, Lucian had only cared about his own pleasure, leaving me in pain and numbness. He had climaxed before I could even begin to enjoy it.

That experience had left me with no desire for sex.

But now, my body trembled.

My mind went blank, all my senses focused on the intense lovemaking.

Yet, at times, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Kael’s eyes glowed with a golden light, burning into me with an almost predatory intensity.

He seemed to love biting me, making me feel like prey caught in the jaws of a wolf, or perhaps we were wild animals mating in the wilderness.

This strange sensation frightened me slightly, but overall, Kael gave me an unforgettable experience.

The alcohol fogged my mind, and Kael’s relentless movements brought me to climax again and again.

Finally, we both collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

As I came to my senses, I realized the recklessness of what I’d done and sat up abruptly.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved with a playboy like him.

What happened just now had completely derailed my life.

I looked at Kael, who was still asleep, and suddenly felt a buzzing in my ears. My heart raced, and my body grew weak, craving him again.

But reason prevailed.

I quietly got out of bed, dressed, and fled the apartment.

I hurried back to my own apartment, locked the door, and rushed into the shower, scrubbing myself clean.

I removed my colored contacts, washed off my makeup and temporary tattoos, and took off the wig.

In an instant, I transformed from a bad girl back into a good girl.

I had light brown hair, dark eyes, and clear skin.

I didn’t need glasses, but I wore thick, old-fashioned frames to hide my face.

I liked wearing loose T-shirts and jeans, which allowed me to attend classes quietly and avoid unwanted attention.

I had thought Lucian had seen the beauty in my soul, that our love was precious.

But reality had taught me that men only cared about appearances. Damn it, I shouldn’t have deluded myself.