CHAPTER 1

As soon as they got inside the stranger’s car, their kissing became unstoppable, as did his constant caressing of her exposed thigh. He licked the skin around her neck, and she moaned continuously, almost guiding one of his hands to grasp her breasts, which were craving attention. When he stopped, she almost protested.

She couldn’t deny to herself how intoxicating the man’s scent was, like she had inhaled a love potion. And she also admitted that this was her first time making out, so deep inside, she knew how eager she was. Perhaps it was also because of the alcohol she had earlier that she almost didn’t want to refuse what they were doing.

He drove off from the club’s parking space. She noticed the veins on his arm and hand as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched.

Lilliane felt heat surge through her body, craving his touch and kisses. She must have been very drunk because she had lost all sense of reason.

Through half-closed eyes, she glanced at him. The lights from the establishments they passed played across his face.

Even through her drowsy state, she could tell that the man was indeed handsome. His nose was sharp, and she had the urge to reach out and touch his taut jaw.

Her silk dress shifted as she moved to adjust her head from where it was resting against the seat’s headrest. She didn’t quite understand why, but she couldn’t stop moving her hips because of a tingling sensation between her legs that she had been feeling for a while now. She was getting lubricated down there, and she didn’t know why.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man glancing at her twice before his hand reached for her bare thigh.

Heat coursed through her body from his touch, especially when he started stroking and squeezing that part of her.

She arched her back and couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping her slightly parted lips. She was searching for something she couldn’t define. She also heard a curse slip from his mouth before he sped up the car.

The next thing Lilliane knew, they were inside a room. She found herself straddling his lap while he sat at the foot of a large, white bed, and they were kissing passionately.

He was such a good kisser that she felt like she was losing her mind. She could also feel his large, warm hands on one of her butt cheeks, likely holding her steady while sitting on his lap, with the other hand on her thigh, stroking and squeezing it.

His lips trailed down her jaw, and his tongue licked her neck again. Lilliane couldn’t stop herself from gasping, followed by a moan of pleasure. She had begun to grind against his lap, causing him to curse again.

The man stood up, gently lifting her and laying her down on the bed. Lilliane felt delirious, and her body temperature rose even higher.

The room was dimly lit by a single lampshade. She couldn’t clearly make out the man’s face, but she saw him quickly unbuttoning his long-sleeved polo one by one before roughly taking it off. He seemed to be in a hurry.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his body. His muscles were sculpted in all the right places.

Her legs kept stretching, just like her hands kept running over her own body, yearning for the man’s touch.

Frustration began to build up inside her, and she wanted to scream at him to continue what they had started.

Lilliane felt the bed dip and then the soft, wet press of his lips on hers again, which she responded to eagerly. She gently cupped his face with both hands. Savoring every stroke of his lips on hers.

Once again, she couldn’t stop herself from drowning in his kisses. She couldn’t help but moan and groan as his lips claimed every corner of her mouth.

His lips traveled down her neck and across her shoulder. It was a tantalizing mixture of tickling and tingling, a sensation so delicious it sent shivers down her spine.

He pushed down the top of her dress, exposing her round, erect breasts to his gaze.

Lilliane’s body arched when he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, and she let out a deep, drawn-out moan, gasping for air.

He had also pushed down the other side of her dress, and with one hand, he gently squeezed and massaged her left breast.

“Ohh,” Lilliane bit her lower lip, her eyes closed, savoring the pleasure that coursed through her body from his actions. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Heat surged between her legs. The emotions flooding her body and mind were unfamiliar to her, but she loved every bit of them. She hadn’t realized it could feel like this, even before being fully claimed.

“Please,” she pleaded for something she wasn’t even sure of.

She reached for his head and couldn’t stop herself from tugging at his hair. Her head was turning from side to side, her toes curling in pleasure.

“I'm begging you,” she could no longer recognize her own voice, nor did she know exactly what she wanted to plead for.

She heard him curse under his breath.

“Calm down, babe,” he said in a deep, baritone voice, as if catching his breath. If he didn’t get himself under control, he might finish before her.

Lilliane felt his rough, warm hand crawl up one of her thighs. Her mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape as he grazed the line of her womanhood over her soaking wet underwear. She arched her back, and she heard him curse again.

Unable to hold back, he reached for her seamless underwear and, with one swift pull, removed it from her completely.

“F uck it, babe.”

The man carefully spread her legs before positioning his mouth against her womanhood.

Lilliane inhaled sharply, her eyes rounding, as he began to devour her. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the pleasure he was giving her.

Lilliane felt like she was going to lose consciousness from the exquisite sensation of his tongue gliding over her. She grabbed his head, stroked it, almost pulling and pressing him closer to her middle as he relentlessly flicked his tongue between her thighs. She had no idea where to place her legs and feet.

“Ohh!” she moaned, a long and satisfied sound. Her hips lifted, seemingly with a mind of their own, grinding slightly.

Lilliane couldn’t describe the kind of pleasure she was experiencing, and she was close to begging him to take her.

She didn’t recognize herself anymore. The alcohol she had consumed earlier and the lust she felt in that moment seemed to have merged completely.

She almost protested when he pulled away and left her presence, but the feeling only lasted a moment. The next sensation she felt was something pressing against her wet slit, further intensifying the heat coursing through her body.

Lilliane’s eyes widened. She could feel his hardness pressing against her center, causing a new surge of warmth and pleasure within her.

The stranger leaned down and captured her lips with his mouth. She responded, just as he suddenly thrust inside her.

Lilliane’s kiss froze, and her breath caught in her throat.

Pain. That was what she felt after his sudden entry. She grimaced and almost cried. The sharpness of the pain cut through her, as though something had shattered inside her from his abrupt invasion.

Lilliane heard a harsh curse.

“You’re a virgin?!” he said, disbelief in his voice.

Lilliane couldn’t quite tell, but it seemed like her virginity was an offense to him. She could also detect anger in his tone when he spat out those words.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She felt raw and pained, both physically and emotionally, and she had to calm herself down.

The man was about to withdraw from above her when she reached out and stopped him. She grabbed his firm arm. Even though she couldn’t see his face clearly, she knew he was angry.

Lilliane remembered hearing a conversation between her classmates back in college. They said that most men didn’t like virgins; they preferred women who were experienced in bed. Apparently, virgins tended to be clingy, and men hated that. Maybe this man was the same.

“Please,” she begged, hot tears trailing down the sides of her face. “Take me.”

His jaw clenched as he looked down at her. She couldn’t tell if the emotion in his eyes anger or lingering desire was.

“N-no,” she said, shaking her head. “I won’t chase after you. I won’t bother you after this. Just take me!”

Without another word, he grabbed her lips again, this time fiercely and harshly. It was nothing like the tenderness he had shown her earlier. He kissed her like he was famished, unable to stop devouring her mouth.

His large hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing the hardened nub gently.

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple inside.

Lilliane couldn’t stop herself from moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he alternated between her full breasts and their peaks. The pain she had felt between her legs earlier began to fade away.

When he thrust back inside her, Lilliane’s body arched again as the sharp sting returned. Tears spilled from her eyes. She could feel his heavy, ragged breaths as he carefully moved within her.

She saw the tension in his jaw, the sweat glistening on his flushed chest, and the fire of desire flickering in his eyes.

The man leaned over her as he fully entered her, his wet, soft lips kissing her earlobe gently and sweetly.

“Just tell me if it hurts, alright?” he said tenderly, seemingly giving her time to adjust to his size because he remained still above and inside her.

Like a lamb, she nodded, biting her lower lip.

Gradually, Lilliane felt him begin to move. At first, his thrusts were gentle, withdrawing and pressing back in carefully between her thighs, but eventually, they quickened and became more demanding. It still hurt, but the pleasure was starting to outweigh the pain.

Lilliane could feel both of them gasping for breath, their moans and groans growing more frequent and pleasurable. Even though it was her first time, she had to admit she was enjoying it.

Lilliane winced as she felt a sharp pain in her head, even before she fully opened her eyes.

Her head hurt, like it was being split apart.

She opened her sleepy eyes, holding her aching head, and was greeted by the sight of a ceiling in an unfamiliar room. She looked around; the walls were cream-colored, the curtains thick and reaching from the ceiling to the floor, and she knew it was bright outside.

A puzzled expression crossed her face, not knowing where she was.

She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body, not just in her head—especially between her legs.

Her eyes widened even more when she felt a warm body beside her.

She had someone next to her!

She quickly turned to her left, only to see the large figure of a man lying face down on the bed. His muscular back greeted her. The man was tan, and it was clear from his physique that he worked out regularly.

She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over his naked back. She could see the top of his butt crack peeking out from under the twisted comforter.

Remembering the intense night they shared, Lilliane’s eyes grew wide with panic.

This was the first time she felt such overwhelming shame, especially after how she had begged him to take her. How she had moaned and whimpered with each of his touches and kisses, and with every thrust of his manhood between her legs.

She couldn’t even remember what time they had finished, but he hadn’t stopped until he was fully spent.

Carefully and hurriedly, Lilliane got off the bed despite the soreness between her legs, afraid to wake the stranger.

She searched for the dress he had stripped off her the night before. She quickly put it on, never taking her eyes off the man, who was still fast asleep. She watched to make sure he didn’t wake up.

Once she had her dress on, she realized how scandalous it looked. There was no way she could walk out of the hotel dressed like that!

Panicked, she grabbed something to cover the silk dress and spotted a white long-sleeved shirt on the tiled floor. She snatched it up and threw it on over the dress.

Whatever!

She cast one last glance at the stranger without bothering to take a good look at his face before she hurriedly left the room.

Lilliane half-walked, half-ran after stepping out of the elevator, making her way down the corridor toward her unit.

Her heart pounded in her chest, fear and anxiety taking hold of her as she suddenly remembered they had an appointment with Mr. Fuentes that day. Her aunt had mentioned that her presence was needed at nine o’clock sharp, but it was already nearing ten.

When she opened the door to her unit, she was greeted by the furious faces of the Amante couple. Their clenched teeth were unmistakable.

Lilliane was terrified, especially when her aunt stood up and met her face with a slap.