Chapter  6

Emma’s POV

"Sorry, I think I wander into the wrong area, this is for VIP customers only," I shout in panic.

Instantly I want to run away as my eyes land on him which is way more possessive in person than in front of the stage.

My guess is right, that man is Jordy.

Only his body moves quickly, cutting off my exit, my wrists are captured by him and can't move an inch. I struggle against his hold and try to grab onto something, rather than stand here helpless.

"No, baby. I’m waiting for you. I've never seen you here, when did you move to our city?" His finger rubs back and forth on my lips.

"One...week ago... I was struggling to make ends meet in my hometown, and I'm just a new one here, it's my first day." I lie to him.

The next second, Jordy easily pulls me to my feet and I lose my footing, tipping forward and my palm pressing against his rock-hard chest.

He is still so hot. I can feel his heartbeat beneath my hands, and it beats faster and faster.

“Tell me your name, you smell familiar, have we met before?" 

He didn’t remember me? We slept together one month ago, and his mother came to find me and said I would marry him and his brother.

And now he had already forgotten about me!

"No, I don't know you." I gasp, trying to pull off his hands.

Having a passion night has already ruined my family and my future, I don’t want to get involved in any relationships with him.

“And who you are? Why do you want to see me?” I swallow hard and murmur in panic.

He wears a blank look on his face, not showing any feelings whatsoever, it's hard to read his mind.

"Let me go," I beg him. His tongue keeps sending sparks down low in my belly that radiated outward.

His face leans in, scraping his teeth across my nose before moving downward, kissing my lips lightly before catching my lower lip in a sharp bite.

"Ouch! Are you a perve?" I shove him away the moment his teeth prick my lip.

"The very best kind." He whispers in my ears.

He holds on to me tighter and angles his head to suck my neck, tracing a wet line down my soft skin with the tip of his tongue.

Slowly, so very slowly, he moves his tongue lower then, tracking the outline of my left bud before sucking me in deep.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to taste you." He gasps. Slowly, so very slowly, he moves his tongue lower, tracking the outline of my left bud before sucking me in deep.

His hands plant tightly on my hips and slide around to my rear.

I feel his fingers slip beneath my G-string, then cupping my bare skin.

"Your scent is intoxicating, and it smells like my mate. Do you have a boyfriend?" He starts to squeeze me, pulling me tightly against his body, letting me feel his need for me.

I jerk with shock. He is so big, so hard, and it is terrifying!

“But the first thing I need do is get you out of this...”Hips presses into a firm line. “This crap place. You can not stay here. Not while you're mine.”

He nods his head and speaks to me softer and lower, "let's go somewhere more private."

"No. My roommate is waiting for me. I want to go home, it’s too late." Instantly I reject his idea and argue.

"Don't lie, I can make your groan in four minutes if that's what I wanted... It’s only what I am thinking about. Maybe you’re my second mate." His eyes look straight into my cavernous cleavage, I wish I have a shirt to pull over me.

“Mate? What does that mean?”

He looks down at me, a smile on his lips. Instinctively, I struggle to get away from him, but he grips hold of my legs, sliding his hands firmly up the length of them, to my thighs.

“It means, I can fuck you whenever I want. Baby, I like you. And I want you."

My breath catches in my throat, "need me to... what?"

"I want you nude." His lips suck my ears, "I want you to strip your dress from your body and lay down in my bed. Then I will lick every inch of your skin, and then I will taste you."

I shake my head and fight the urge of slapping his face."No, you don't."

"I mean it. You're so beautiful, and smell really good."

"But that doesn't mean I want you. You're rich, right? Our manager James can help you find a girl you like and... smell good."My voice trembling

"Baby, tell you your name. You're the one I want. You, my beauty. Not anyone else."

"But I don't... You can't. No."

"Say 'yes'." He grips my chin tightly, "I love your skin, I want to know if it's smooth like this all over, especially inside of your body." His fingers move over my bare back, making me frame.

"Your lips." He licks my mouth lightly before catching my lips in a sharp bite.

He thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth, beneath him I want to escape him, the feeling is sharp and unpleasant, but he reinforces his control, and holds me tighter.

"And I want to lay you down in my bed, tear your clothes apart, and show you how to caress you in different ways. Light, soft, rough, teasing." As he says, he pushes my G-string down my legs, thrust a finger inside of me, and then surges into my sheath with a steady rhythm.

"If you tell me your name, we will start to date, and I’ll give you more pleasure than you can imagine. Does this feel good?"

My hips wiggle, managing to slip away.

"Shhh..." He kisses me gently, “I’ll give you what you need.”

The unfamiliar invasion makes me gasp. My body is eager to touch him. To taste him. But I find myself can't move, I'm boneless.

“I’ll think about it.” I bite my lips hard, and cling to his shoulders, shivering.

“What does that mean?” He increases the pace, and the pressure, and I even can't breathe, and forget to think.

If I date Jordy, and fall in love with him, would I be too damaged, too broken down?

Yes. He ruined me once, I can't let it happen again. I keep reminding myself.

I open my mouth, and say these words in a derisive tone.“I wouldn’t have expected it, from a man of your type.”

“A man of my type?”He stops thrusting and pulls his fingers out of my body.

“A man of your type. A man who sneaks about and trysts with a strange woman.”

He studies my face a moment, peering into her eyes. His gaze is not angry, only very intent.

He releases me, though he moves me on his lap, setting me off balance so I'm obliged to open my hands upon his solid chest.

His thumb brushes across my titts through my costume as his gaze burns hot, "I apologize that I offended you. I lost my mind for a moment."

"So did I. You're handsome, and it's not hard not to fall in love with you." I duck my head, speaking a lie.

"I don't know you. And I'm not comfortable today, you won't force me to bed with you, right?" I gasp, my stomach clenches tight, seizing with desire and a big fear about my future.

I moist my lips, which has gone very dry. ”let me set you straight on the matter. I don’t want things to be unpleasant between us, but the truth is I don't like you, and you're a stranger to me. If you ask me to join you in bed, you will refuse. Do you understand?”

He brushes my hair back from my face and says in a low, soothing voice, “My name is Jordy Antonakos, call me Jordy.”

“Okay, Jordy.” I cup his face and smile at him

“Jordy, could you please give me your phone number? I’ll decide when we’ll start our first date.” 

He writes down his phone numbers on the paper and gives them to me. I grab it in my hand.

One corner of his mouth turns up in a smile. "My fingers tell me that you're a very responsive woman. The next time I’ll make you feel good if you’ll let me.”

“And I can't stop you, can I?” I spat out, swiping angrily at my cheeks.

“It would not be advisable, no.”

I stare at him peevishly, trying to hold onto my anger. Without hesitation, I lean forward, kissing him deeply, with all of my passion and my hatred.

My fingers wave into his hair as my tongue flicks inside his mouth, at the corner and along his lip.

After a moment of shock, he wraps an arm about my waist and kisses me back. His kiss awakes all my senses, it makes me feel like romance and love and tenderness, but I have to ignore the feelings now.

His fingers trail along my neck. He kisses me on the side of my lips and whispers softly. "A good start, give me more."

I blink at him, then murmur, "the next time, I want you to make me feel good. Very, very warm and good, okay?"

Without hearing his response, I grab his suit and cover it on my body, then leave him alone.

I quickly wear his suit and grab my handbag and pick up my car key from the desk. Just as I walking outside, James passing me an envelope, "there is a total of 3000 dollars, the money for your dance tonight."

I nod my head and give him a thanks look.

"Good luck tomorrow!" He says in excitement.

"No, James. I quit, I quit this job. You will never see me here again." I stare at the club door, put my middle finger up and roll my eyes.

Jordy doesn't have my phone number, I don't tell him my name, and he has no idea where I live.

I just need to fool him this time, then won't see his face forever.