Chapter 5 - Savoring Tonight

There was a moment of silence that dominated both of them. Stacy blinked, thinking her auditory system might have stopped working. Because he just told her to... did he just demand her to strip?!

"Wha— Excuse me?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. 

"I don't have any time to excuse you," he said, taking another sip leisurely as his gray eyes unwavering from her. 

"Strip now or I'd rip off that shabby clothes of yours. Don't complain later that you had to go home naked," he stated with a straight face.

A gasp left from Stacy's mouth. The nerve of him! She didn't know who he was and why Mikaela was given a task to crack a deal but she knew that the man before him came only for a fuck. Was Mikaela into this kind of thing?

She shook her head. There was no way a prideful woman like Mikaela would get into prostitution. Stacy was confused but more than that she was angry. Angry at the man with a horrible attitude.

"This is not a shabby looking cloth, mister! It is my best suit—and an expensive one—I had bought it for 500$," she spat at him. Her palms clenched at both sides of her and she gave a glare at him.

He scoffed. "And you call it expensive?"

It made her stomach burn. Okay! For some people it wasn't expensive but for her it was! She bought it with so much struggle. She had to keep saving each month to buy this cloth and he was just mocking her. 

She had enough with people mocking and belittling her all her life. "I have had enough of this deal. I'm outta here."

She was about to storm to the door when she felt an arm catching her wrist. It was a large hand and it yanked her toward him. She staggered back and collided against his hard chest. Her feet lost balance as he caught her in his arms, holding her in her place.

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. 

She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more.

 His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped.

"Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

And he crashed his lips on her. It was harsh as he sucked on her lips, smudging her red shades into a darker tone as she tasted blood in her mouth. She moaned in pain and closed her eyes. Even when she felt pain, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was the best kiss she had ever tasted. The way he took charge of it made her inside filled with pleasure. Her lips started to move following him as he took the lead and slid his tongue inside her, wandering each corner of her mouth. 

Her head felt dizzy with the treatment his trained mouth was giving and she felt the alcohol finally started to work. It was as if she didn't want to go away even though it was so wrong. But she liked to do wrong. At least for once.

He held one of her hands while his free hand held the back of her throat not letting her go. She wanted to push him away but her body had grown another mind of its own. Both of their breaths fanned on each other's skin, giving small bolts of lightning and she finally stopped to restrain herself from his charms.

The man's hands slowly went to her coat and he pulled them off from her shoulders as the cloth fell on the floor with a thud. He held her waist and pulled her up as she entangled her legs around his waist. He led them to the bedroom, not letting go of her lips. 

As soon as they reached the bedroom, he pulled away from her lips and threw her on the bed. She flopped on the bed as she breathed heavily. 

But the man stood there as he slowly opened his buttons, revealing a taut body underneath it. The shirt fell swiftly on the floor with a soft thud and it made her to bit her bottom lip. 

His gray eyes didn't move away from her as he started to unbuckle the belt and Stacy couldn't help but squish her thighs together. Her heart thumped at the thought of what was about to happen yet it made her excited. 

He held the belt in his hand as he got up on the bed, towering over her. The bed shifted on his weight as he bent down and pulled her out of her dress. He threw it at a corner and now she was in her lingeries. 

Stacy felt her clit thumping in ecstasy when his eyes scrutinized all of her. She wanted to hide as she staggered back but he caught her thighs and pulled her down. 

"Where do you think you are going? I'm not done yet." He said in a husky voice as he caught her wrists and tied them with the belt.

Stacy felt her heart pumping all the blood to her ears in both excitement and fear. She didn't know him yet her body strangely complied with each of his demands. 

His scent, his eyes, the ways he touched her made her feel like she was out of the life she had been living up until now. His eyes were like a storm and she was afraid she would lose herself in them if she didn't avert her eyes away. But she didn't.

She liked it. She liked his touch, she liked the way he was watching her. It made her heart go wild and inside go warm. She wanted him. She wanted him now. 

Maybe she was scared of the 'tomorrow' but she wanted to savor him 'tonight'.