CHAPTER 4: JUSTIN BIEBER

ANGEL'S POV:

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Sage bear: Wtfff??? You're leaving w him??

Naddie: Istg girl, have you been hypnotized?

Me: Guys, calm down! I'll keep my location live at all times. And c'mon, don't be prudes now 😉

Sage bear: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEST FRIEND?

Naddie: Carter left the group chat...

Me: omg, Nadia.

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The second I typed off those last words on my phone, it was immediately snatched away, drawing my attention back to the man who was currently flipping everything I'd ever known about myself upside down.

Just like Sage, I questioned who I was in this moment. And just like Nadia, I knew this decision would forever haunt me.

Well, only if Carter finds out – which he won't cause I'll make sure of it.

"Eyes on me, Angel." He cooed as he softly took hold of my jaw, directing my gaze to his own. God, he was breathtaking. So handsome that I was envious.

He was exactly the type of man who I had no business with, yet here I was in his sleek black car, wanting a whole lot more than I'd initially bargained. Carter's jaw would drop off the face of the earth if he knew exactly where his sweet little girlfriend was.

Fudge, I feel like a monster.

But it shouldn't matter, right?

It was just for the night.

One night to be someone else and by morning, I'd be long gone and headed to New York even before he wakes up.

It would be perfect.

"You've zoned out again. Having second thoughts already?" The curious edge to his deep voice snapped my mind back to the present. His icy gaze remained fixated on me, like he was trying to pry into my head for a second.

I blinked, shaking my head instantaneously. "No, no. I still want this."

That mischievous spark returned to his eyes and his thumb on my jawline carefully grazed over my bottom lip, reawakening ripples of arousal through me.

He held my stare, a ghost of a smirk shadowing his face. "Good. Come here."

We were currently at the back of his black Bugatti, and at first when I'd spotted the expensive vehicle, I'd gaped like a penniless lady who'd never seen a car in her miserable life. Well, I'd definitely seen cars before – just not as intimidating as his.

Even at the moment while he tugged my arm, easily lifting me off to sit over his legs in a straddle, I was still in awe at the magnificence of the interiors, clad in a midnight black and engraved in luxury.

For a girl who barely had to scrap by to survive her childhood, I was burning in envy.

However, none of those things seemed to matter anymore when I was pulled back, literally, by his large warm hands that wrapped themselves around my small waist, drawing me into his tight muscular body.

I felt hot all over again.

Without warning, his lips were on mine but this time, he seemed to take his time. He kissed me in a controlled dance of both passion and restraint, giving me enough to make my skin burn with desire but just not enough to satiate the hunger that promised to consume me.

He bit down on my bottom lip teasingly, drawing them out, and I gasped out in pleasure, feeling my core tingle and a shiver run down my spine. He definitely knew what he was doing, and I hated it.

I pushed myself harder against him, needing more, and even when he moved his hands painstakingly up my body, grazing over my tightened nipples, I found myself craving him twice as much. I moaned into his mouth, loving the way his groin stirred beneath me.

"Fuck, I want to hear that sound all that night," he whispered seductively and I swear, I lost the last of my inhibitions - all I cared about was pleasing this perfectly attractive stranger.

His lips left mine and I was almost tempted to scream out in desperation but soon, they were on my neck, biting down and having his hot wet tongue suck on my sensitive spot. Oh, god.

"You like that?" His lips were at my ear, and I sucked in a sharp breath, driving my fingers into his hair. "You do, don't you, Angel?"

I gasped out when his warm hands made their first contact with my bare skin. He had found his way up my dress and in seconds I'd barely noticed, he pulled down the top of my dress to reveal my tits that fell freely out of their covering.

I didn't have the time to blush or hide from his heated gaze cause he wasted no time before his lips latched onto one of my nipples, forcing out another wild moan from within me. I tried to bite back my lips but it was impossible to do so with his tongue driving me insane by the second.

Not even Carter had ever made me feel this way during our make-outs.

I arched back, giving him more access to do whatever he wished.

"Oh, god. Please, don't stop." I whispered out, pushing my core down on the hardness of his groin. My eyes squeezed shut.  I could feel my own arousal in the moistness that doubled down there by the second.

"Keep your eyes open for me, Angel. I want to see what I do to you." He commanded and on instinct, my eyelids flipped open.

He stared up at me through dark hooded eyes, lit with lust and a maddened glint in them. An aching pool of heat surged through my skin as my heart raced. I really was royally screwed.

How was I supposed to go back to my regular life after a night like this? After him? I didn't even know anything about this stranger, not even his-

"Wait, what's your name?" My voice was breathy.

He flicked his tongue over my nipple, his other hand on my thighs trailing higher. The man barely shifted his attention from the slow torture he was inflicting on me.

"Why?"

"Hello, I'm in your car, on your laps, doing...these things with you, and being driven to hell for all I can tell. I should know."

"But you like it here. You love it."

I moaned and threw my head back when his free hand captured my round tits, squeezing lightly and filling me with waves of heat from the combination of his tongue and fingers.

However, before I could get drowned again in his bubble of ecstasy and sin, I fought and pulled my body slightly away from his touch, eyes levelling on his heated and lightly irritated ones.

"Answer me." I managed to keep my voice as firm as my locked gaze on him.

He leaned back, expression hardening and a cool resolve in his gray eyes. "Fine, I'm Justin Bieber."

That caught me off guard, and I had to bite my lips down to hold back from the quick burst of laughter that almost came out. His sharp eyes quickly followed their movement, then he licked his lips a second after.

My heart drummed.

"Ha-ha, you've got jokes." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Sounds exactly like what an axe murderer might say."

He tilted his head. "Maybe I am one."

"I don't even find that the least funny in this situation."

He laughed, vibrating deeply off his chest. My belly flipped, and I almost smiled at the genuine sound of it. He leaned closer to me, his lips lightly tracing the sides of my neck.

"I'm Christian." He paused, his voice growing raspy. "But only because I want to hear you moan it."

Oh.

The things he could so easily say, this man.

Christian.

My cheeks were hot. "Are you always this..."

"Sweet?"

"Blunt. Dirty."

"Says the woman who'd asked me to fuck her a few minutes ago." He trailed hot kisses down collar bone, amusement dancing in his eyes when I'd caught a glimpse. "Famous last words by the way."

"You offered-"

"Shut up."

The breath left my lungs as he completed his words with a demanding kiss. I found myself trying desperately to match their intensity, the way he sucked on my tongue, the way he tugged on my bottom lip, the way my core ached for his attention down there.

Well, he had to be a goddamn mind reader because in a blink, he was turning to the side and pushing my back down against the plush surface of the car seat.

From above, Christian hovered over me with a devilish smirk on his face. One that turned my insides to jelly and placed my nerves on the edge. His hair was now a mess, a hint of my lipstick by the side of his mouth.

His heated stare seemed to take a second to admire his handiwork, from my boobs that were hanging out with tight nipples, to my soft panting and the lust awakened in me.

He seemed pleased.

"Gorgeous, mio caro. I want to taste you."