2| THE PERFECT STRANGER

LILIYA

"I'm going to be riding you tonight, baby."

My nose twisted in disgust from the words I'd just heard from a woman beside me, as I downed yet another glass of strong alcohol. The bitter taste lingered in the back of my throat and I twisted my face in agony.

Again, how did people get addicted to such an intolerable liquid? But maybe, I thought then, maybe they didn't get addicted to the alcohol itself, but the effects rather. It was a perfect escape. An easy route to temporarily escape your problems. Now that I think of it, what would we have done without alcohol?

Yes, I'd come here with something else in mind. Give Henri a taste of his own medicine by cheating back—because that was what most of the girls in the romance ebooks I'd read did, but then I realized I couldn't bring myself to do it while sober, so I decided to drown myself in drinks again.

I planned to drink until I was brave enough to go off with one of the men who'd been ogling me and paying for some of my drinks. To say I was stalling at this point, was an understatement.

"You should take it easy, miss. Do you have a driver?" The bartender asked me. I frowned.

"Leave me alone. I'm twenty two and an adult, I'll kill myself if I want to." I slurred slowly and my chest squeezed when my thoughts drifted to what had happened earlier again. I clutched the spot where it hurt like it would stop the pain, knowing it won't. I shook my head to get rid of the reoccurring memories of us as well, but they kept barging in.

"Why won't it go away?" I had no business asking the bartender that but I needed to talk to someone. He leaned in, but leaned away as fast as he did, his face suddenly dimming with something that resembled fear. I raised a brow and turned to see what he was looking at. No one was there, so I turned back to him.

"You're weird." I told him, finally pulling myself to my feet to carry on with what I was here for. I grabbed a random guy's arm and was about to place my lips on his when I got punched by his girlfriend in return.

"Ow! Not the face!" I whisper-yelled and she gripped my arm.

"Touch him again and you're dead." She threatened and dragged him with her. I ignored the pain in my face—no, actually, I basked in it as it was a distraction from the heart-wrenching pain in my heart. I was about to move to my second target when I was grabbed by a strong hand and pulled out of the club.

"Hey, hey! I know you're in a hurry to get into my pants but could you be a little bit discreet about it?" I yelled, then gasped immediately after, when I got slammed against a wall in the dark alleyway he'd brought me to. His scent which was a mix of expensive Arabic perfumes hit my nose right away, intoxicating me. I felt up my attacker's biceps then, and oohed. He was so much more fit than Henri. Now I wanted him even more, but why was he not moving?

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I asked him shamelessly, then winced at how desperate I sounded. He still wasn't touching me, so after squinting my eyes to see him better and failing to do so in the thick darkness, I patted his beard and announced with a slur, "Fine, then. I'm sorry, I wish.. I wish I could stand here all night with you, but I need.. to get back at Henri for tearing my heart apart. Seeee yoouuu."

I began to leave but he pulled me back by my throat and bent to pepper kisses along my collarbone. My knees grew weak instantly, and I wasn't sure if it was from the kisses or his rough hold around my throat. Probably both.

I didn't know where I got the boldness from, when I grabbed his face and slammed my lips against his. He grunted like a depraved animal, but didn't kiss me back. It was like he was holding back; trying to control himself.. but why? I reluctantly pulled away from his hot lips and grinded against him, stopping abruptly when I felt a raging hard on. My eyes widened. If what I felt was his dick, maybe it was time to bolt?

"I-Is that—" I started without looking up at his face, but he cut me off by lifting my chin with two fingers and slamming his lips against mine. I tried to keep up, lick for lick, stroke for stroke, bite for bite.. but it wasn't long before I couldn't keep up any longer and I just stood there, letting him fuck my mouth like he owned it. Soon, my feet was off the ground and he walked with me towards.. God knows where...

Again, maybe it was time to say goodbye and leave, but everything about the situation I was in turned me on beyond repair. It was definitely the alcohol, I would never let a stranger handle me so roughly when I was sober. Right?

By the time a door slammed close behind us, I was hot all over, so much that I even whimpered in disappointment when his lips left mine. His hand reached out to flick the light on but I grabbed his arm, stopping the action. I didn't want the mystery to end, for some reason. Okay, and maybe I didn't want him to get turned off on seeing how disheveled I looked.

"I... I'd rather not see your face, please? I'd really like it to be a no strings attached kinda thing..." I pleaded and he was quiet for sometime before wrapping his palm around my throat in a chokehold. It was so embarrassing how soaked I was at the moment. I mean, this man hadn't done anything but kiss me and I was already putty in his arms...

The sound of my dress ripping apart had me gasping in pure shock. Did he just..? Before I could properly think, his fingers found my nipples and he twisted, then rubbed them until my knees bucked. He held me up by my hip, then latched his mouth unto my neck, sucking harshly. I tried to clench my thighs but he used a knee to push them apart, then lodged said knee directly under my crotch.

A needy sound filled the room and I realized in horror that the sound came from me. I slapped my palm over my mouth in embarrassment, and he snatched it off almost immediately.

"I want to hear you scream, princess." He hummed against my right ear with the smoothest british accent I'd ever heard, and the sound travelled directly to my core. He sounded familiar in a way, but I couldn't think straight in my condition to figure it out. I grinded against his dick again and he growled, palming my full breasts.

"Then fuck me. I'll scream all you want, just fuck me, please..." I begged, all embarrassment flying out the window. I heard the sound of his zipper first, before he slid his boxer briefs downwards and his dick sprung out. I let out a small shriek at the sight. There was no way in hell that dick would fit in my virgin hole. This man was carrying around a whole 7inch monster in his pants? This is goodbye.

"Um, I'm sorry..." I started, but the shredding noise of the rest of my dress stopped me. Next was my panties, and I was about to scream about how expensive it was, when he kissed me again. Softer, like my lips were a piece of art that he was exploring.

My weak knees were dying again, but luckily, he still held me up. The crown of his dick suddenly rubbed against my core and I downright shivered. He exhaled a bit as well. I loved to see how much effect I had on him... At least I wasn't the only one feeling this...

One moment, I'm standing and the next, I'm on my knees for this stranger.

"What now?" I questioned stupidly. He not-so-gently smacked my lips with his dick then, and I opened up slowly.

"Now, I'm going to fuck that mouth."