Chapter 2: One Night

Mia’s POV

[18+ Be warned for explicit content]

I found myself in a private room I never even knew existed in the Red Room Club.

The room was pure black as if it were made for him. I stood by the door, watching him slowly remove his suit and undo his tie.

When he was done, I could see his hard, muscular chest threatening to rip his collared shirt apart.

He was the definition of slim but muscular. Looking ripe in every area, I couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in his pants.

“Is something bothering you?” he asked as he stepped closer. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of his voice. Could a person’s voice be this unholy?

Maybe it was the alcohol, but this man had me completely captivated.

He looked at me coolly, like I was his prey. I felt I could lose myself in his unpredictable gaze. Was this the best decision I could make?

“You seem interesting, little bunny,” he mused, gently tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “That’s why I kept staring at you. I didn’t want you crying for someone else when I fuck you.”

I shivered as his fingers caressed my cheek. Tingles rose in the pit of my stomach, and I felt wet just standing there, being touched by him.

“Is there something you want right now?” he asked, his voice dripping like honey into my ears.

I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but all I craved was a passionate kiss from him to erase every painful memory.

“I want you—” My breath hitched as he seductively licked his lips, his eyes filled with lust.

He didn’t wait for me to speak again. As I parted my lips, he enclosed them with his, sliding his wet tongue into my mouth and entangling it with mine.

His hand circled my neck dangerously, and just the thrill of knowing he could snap it easily made me moan.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he gripped my waist tightly, making me stand on tiptoes.

Every place his lips touched tingled. My neck, cheeks, and shoulders all ached with a sensation that drove me wild.

“I am a virgin,” I confessed, breathing out when we broke the kiss.

Instead of the anger I expected, he threw his head back and roared with laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt weird, darting my eyes around as I waited for him to finish, but he continued, and I rolled my eyes, unamused.

“Are you done?” I snapped, crossing my arms against my chest.

He finally stopped laughing and caught me off guard by kissing me again. This time, I was ready, but the intensity still left me drunk with desire.

While kissing me, he suddenly scooped me up in his powerful arms, lifting me off the ground. Our lips never broke contact as he carried me.

He devoured my lips until my whole body felt weak, his huge hands clasping my butt and squeezing.

I didn’t want to let go of this drug I was addicted to. Feeling his warmth and the ripple of his muscles beneath his shirt, his groin pressed against my core.

Suddenly, my back collided with the soft sheets of the bed, but that didn’t stop us. He deepened the kiss, his hand roaming my thighs, sending waves of excitement through me.

I couldn’t believe I wanted more from this stranger, but it was exactly what I wanted.

After some time, our lips finally broke apart, our breathing heavy, hearts racing. I felt a sense of loss.

With a smug expression, his eyes fixated on my lips, he declared, “Even if you weren’t a virgin, I would claim you so thoroughly that your body would only crave my touch and my seed.”

His words sent shivers down my spine, and my heart couldn’t stop thumping. I knew it was just desire, mad hormones, but right now, I didn’t want to stop.

Seeing how speechless I was, he smirked and leaned in to claim my lips again. The soft whimper that escaped my lips ignited a fire within him, intensifying the passion of his kiss.

He caressed my hips and pinched them, making me wince between kisses.

When I unintentionally bit his lip, he broke our kiss, and his hands tore at my clothes with fierce determination.

He did it so cleanly that he didn’t even touch my skin, just focused on the clothes obstructing his view.

I gasped as the fabric gave way, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. His gaze was hot and hungry, like a wolf in heat.

I gulped. No one had ever looked at me like that. His desire was unrestrained, yet he seemed to hold himself together.

As soon as his fingers touched my bare stomach, shivers wrecked my body, and I arched for him, new to this feeling.

With a low growl that made my heart skip a beat, he leaned in again and claimed my lips, his hands roaming over my body as if trying to prepare me.

I felt dizzy to the point I couldn’t think anymore. Our lips broke apart again, but this time he nibbled on my neck, kissing and leaving reddened spots as he moved down my skin.

My groans turned to moans, so raw that my face flushed in embarrassment.

I was lost in the moment, my body trembling in pleasure as he found his way to my core and then paused.

I gasped, my eyes flying open as he shed my underwear, leaving me utterly exposed.

I quickly used my palm to cover myself, only for him to groan in dissatisfaction.

“Let me see it, Mama,” he growled in a low, husky tone. I tensed, my cheeks burning red. I was already leaking with thick arousal from his touch. Why did he want to see it?

“There you go...” he growled.

His eyes darkened with desire as he spread my pussy lips apart. I gripped the bedsheets, my heart racing. I bit my lips nervously, a habit I’d picked up since childhood.

I looked down to see what he was doing, only for him to stare at it for a while, as if inspecting his food, before leaning over and placing his tongue on my clit.

My legs trembled, and a sweet sensation pulsed in the pit of my stomach. I wanted more, and my desires were answered.

He lapped at my clit like it was a saving grace, and each time he did, I arched my back, wanting him to move his tongue further.

“Ugh,” I groaned as he teased my clit with his fingers while his tongue explored my virgin hole, driving me insane as if waiting for me to break so he could pick up the pieces.

Then it happened—my body shuddered with pleasure, my release washing over me like a wave.

I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I surrendered to the pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Raw, primal, and completely consuming.

“I want more.”