Natasha

The way Apollo’s chest rumbled, it sent vibrations down my back. And his massive erection against the small of my back sent shivers in my belly. I could feel my breasts becoming heavy with need. My breath became shallow. 

The room was so dark that a small ray of blue light from an advertisement board outside, peeped from an open slit of a curtain lit it up in gray shades. When he set me down on my feet next to what looked like a bed, he slid me down his length. His hold on my nape was so strong that it didn’t leave room for movement. He was too dominating and all consuming. I should have been running from this situation, because I was a good girl. But why was I feeling those delightful tremors down my body? 

He bent down to lean over my ear and bit my earlobe and grazed his fangs over them. Gods above. Why was I liking it? I was held hostage. Was something wrong with me? I stifled a moan when he grazed his fangs over my nape and clenched my thighs tightly. 

He whispered in my ear, “Do you go out with every stranger who lures you like this?” 

Shit. Did he know who I was? Was it some covert operation to expose who I was? “This is the first time,” I said shakily.  

He chuckled. It was deep and throaty. “Should I be glad?” 

“This is just one time fling,” I said, more to myself than to him, in a breathy voice. 

“And I will do what I like to you.” He pressed my throat tighter. “You are going to allow me, won't you?” 

I closed my eyes in submission. “Yes.” 

“Then ask my name, sweetie.” 

I didn’t know his endgame, but whatever it was, it was making me want him more. It was freaking me out. “What’s your name?” 

“Apollo.” 

An apt name. He was so beautiful that he surely was Apollo reincarnated. 

“Now say my name, sweetheart.” His voice was a raspy order. 

“Apollo.” His name rolled off my tongue easily. And the moment I said that, he slipped his hands inside my gown, slid them over my thighs and cupped my core. 

“Already wet?” 

I didn’t know what was more embarrassing—that my panties were soaking or that I appeared so needy.

He put his fingers in the panties and tore them apart. They fell to my ankles. He cupped my bare core as he sniffed the air of my arousal. Something inside me goaded me to leave this place like now, but at the back of my mind I knew he would just quash my plans. Also, I think I didn’t want to leave. All these new feelings were so intense—something I had never experienced, that I didn’t want to miss. 

He started circling his fingers around and my hips bucked into his hands. My face must have been beetroot red at my lusty reaction for I could feel the heat. I had never felt this wet around Kevin. We never even stole kisses. I was walking on a tight rope from which knives dangled. 

“You know what I have been thinking ever since you came here,” he said. He touched my core and pressed his finger. I went on my tiptoes as I moaned. 

“What?” 

“How that beautiful mouth of yours would look wrapped around me.” 

I knew what he meant. I pursed my lips at the wild imagination and I think something inside me spasmed. The sensation was so good that I wanted to chase it. I wanted him to continue doing it. But he pinched my folds and pressed the pulse point of my neck at the same time. I yelped at the extreme pleasure as he controlled all the shudders that wrecked my body with his grip. 

The next moment I was lifted off the floor only to be deposited on the bed. He put me on my back and pressed his weight over my body. My gown was bunched above my thighs and his hand was still over my folds. Before I knew what Apollo was even about, his mouth was on mine. He stole my breath and scattered my thoughts. The kiss was anything but gentle. It was hot and raw, our lips and teeth clashing. For a moment I was rooted to the spot, but then I melded. Liquid heat started pooling inside my belly. Almost instinctively, I bucked my hips into his. I was about to explode. All at once, he brought his hands up and pinched something on my apex. I shouted in his mouth as the heat inside me uncoiled with the speed of a viper. 

The orgasm was savage, just like him. I saw stars in my vision as my orgasm went on and on and on. Every good girl concept in my mind shattered. This man was sin personified. He took every one of my moans in his mouth. When he left me, I was breathless, my eyes closed. I felt like sleeping, feeling spent.  

“Look at me, Natasha,” he commanded. 

I could barely move. 

“Look. At. Me.” His command was too powerful. 

I peeled my eyes slowly to look at him. His dark gaze was on me. Did his erection twitch? I didn’t have the strength in me to walk. He grabbed my hand and took it between his thighs. When did he unzip his pants? He made me wrap it around his massive length and guided me to rub it. As I looked into the dark lust of his eyes, my throat bobbed. He made me rub himself until he stilled for a moment and then he snarled against my neck as he came in my hands, his warmth coating my palm. 

Apollo slumped on me, his hands on both my sides, caging me. I moved slightly to leave. “Don’t,” he growled. The way he issued orders, it was like a command that had to be obeyed. Like he was an Alpha. 

I lay there, not able to open my eyes.