CHAPTER 1

My heart pounded as I took in Richard's naked form, and his sculpted physique left me breathless. He was like a Greek God brought to life, and every inch of him was chiseled to perfection!

He was both mesmerizing and intimidating. Then, I blushed as my gaze traveled down from his chest to his flat stomach and… lower.  I gasped in shock because he was well-endowed, and then I immediately looked away. But a few seconds later, my curiosity got the better of me, and I looked back. He smirked  at me but I didn’t give a damn! 

While staring at him, my mind began to wander somewhere else, and before I could stop myself, I was already imagining him doing those things with me. 

It all began with his gentle touch; his fingers brushing against my softness and sending electric shivers through my body. Suddenly, his tongue teased my pinkish and tiny buds, and I moaned as his hands explored every inch of me, igniting a growing hunger within.

When he finally reached the very core of my femininity, my knees weakened under his expert ministrations, and we both collapsed onto the soft bed. His tongue traced a path from my neck down to my chest. When he left a trail of hot kisses on my skin, I purred like a kitten. 

But when he reached the most sensitive part of my body, I couldn’t contain the soft moans coming out of my mouth. My hands tangled in his hair as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations from his touch. 

It was a sinful indulgence, a moment of pure, unrestrained pleasure that I had yearned for and enjoyed immensely. I was having fun in my imagination when I heard him talk and I was jolted from daydreaming of being with him. 

“Are you alright?” his voice echoed inside the room.

What’s wrong with me? Why was I so excited? I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at his bulging package, but when it moved in front of me, I couldn't help but blink and quickly turned away. 

"Scared now?" His voice low and teasing as he stepped closer, while his hardness was pressed against my backside.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as he suddenly cupped my softness. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhh, I know what you want, baby,” he whispered.

Then, his hands were expertly exploring every inch of my skin, and within seconds, my knees wobbled, making it hard to stay upright. I felt weak just from his touch, and when his hand moved lower, my breath hitched in surprise. 

"R-Richard..." I whimpered, trying to push his hand away, but he was relentless.

"You're ready for me, baby," he murmured, moving in front of me.

I tried to pull away, but Richard gently cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine. His touch was intense and consuming, and then a protest formed in my mind, but his closeness overwhelmed my senses. I was unable to resist him! 

Instead of what I expected, he surprised me, and I gasped at his sudden movement. The shock caught me off guard, and I felt an uncomfortable tension building inside. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the cry that threatened to escape from my mouth. 

My body wasn’t prepared, but fortunately, he noticed my discomfort. He furrowed his brows slightly, but he said nothing. I winced in pain and my breath was shaky. Then, a low cry escaped me, only to be met with a quiet chuckle. 

His hands held my waist, and guided me closer as the tension grew. I tightened my lips and willed myself to endure the discomfort, but when I met his gaze, there was something deeper in his eyes. It was a pull that both frightened and captivated me. 

“Please, don’t…” I whispered and my voice barely escaped my lips as his head dipped toward my chest. 

But he didn’t stop. His lips brushed my skin, and for a fleeting moment, the discomfort ebbed away, and I was lost beneath the sensation of his gentle touch. 

“Richard…”

“Don’t ask me to stop now, baby,” he murmured in a voice that was laced with need. 

I wanted to tell him something but before I could open my mouth to speak, he began to move and a tickling sensation flooded through me. Slowly, the sharp edges of pain softened and it was replaced by something else entirely. I arched my back toward him to fully surrender myself to him as the feelings slowly blurred into pleasure.  

"Still uncomfortable?" he asked.

"Y-yes a little, but it feels good now," I admitted as I gasped for air when he suddenly went deeper. 

Slowly, my inhibitions melted away as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I allowed myself to be fully consumed in his lovemaking. His every movement brought me closer to the edge, and I could feel him growing bigger inside me. 

Instead of being scared, I was craving for more. I became insatiable and I wanted more of him. He must have noticed the pleasure building inside me because he was grinning like a schoolboy.

I should have felt ashamed, but instead, I was consumed with a burning desire to have all of him. And then, when my body finally adjusted to him, I took control of everything, and I moved my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. 

While our bodies moved in perfect harmony, he groaned like a wounded animal, and our desire to satisfy each other’s lust intensified and I cried out for his name. 

Then, he moved faster! 

The sensation overwhelmed me. I thought I might lose my consciousness. My entire body shook with delight as we climbed the peak together, and the world around us faded away. 

Breathless and trembling, I clung to him and savored the hot rush of his release inside me, and it was a moment I would never forget.  

“That was great, baby. Let's do it again," he murmured, “but you can say no."

But how could I refuse when his touch reignited my desire? "Hmmm," I purred as he penetrated me again.

"I love you," I whispered. "I love you so much, Richard.”

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered back.

With him so close to my body, I was intoxicated by his manly fragrance. He was like a drug to me. In fact, I couldn’t recall exactly when he kissed me again, and the moment his lips touched mine, I knew I didn’t want him to stop even if I felt so sore down there.

When his hands began exploring my body again, a loud moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t care anymore. I could be loud with him, and I shouldn’t give a damn! 

Earlier when he asked me that we should do it again, I couldn’t resist the temptation, and I couldn’t resist the way he made me feel.

I was caught in a wave of desire, knowing full well that this was just a one-night stand, yet I was unable to stop him from coming to me. Then, his next action caused me to blink my eyes several times. He just lifted one of my legs and then he knelt down to taste me.

“Delicious,” he murmured.

As he murmured that I tasted good down there, I lost all sense of time, and then I closed my eyes while savoring the magic of his tongue. Overcome with desire, I knelt before him as he stood. Up close, my eyes bulged in shock when I saw it again. No wonder it hurt so much because he was really huge!

Oh God, how did it manage to be so overwhelming? A shiver ran through me at the thought of being with him again and my thoughts raced as I stared at him. But then, something deep inside pushed me forward and I was drawn to him in ways I couldn’t explain. 

"Taste it, baby. You’ll love it," he whispered softly.

So, I did.

I gently pressed my lips to him, feeling a strange yet exciting sensation. It was my first time, and it was unexpected how natural it felt. As I continued, I noticed the look in his eyes. 

It was intense and filled with desire! It probably mirrored my own since that’s how I felt. 

“Take me, baby,” he urged.

My heart raced with excitement and anticipation as I prepared myself to do it.  Then, as our bodies were connected, I gasped. The feeling was intense and almost too much. I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips. 

Then, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be lost in the sensation of our lovemaking. While we moved perfectly against each other, the room was filled with our moans. Then, when he finally reached his peak, I also felt it deep within me….and then, I was breathless as I climbed to the peak with him.  

“Natalia, I love you so much baby,” he whispered while spilling his seed into my womb.

As he screamed for another woman's name while he was buried inside me, I felt like I was struck with a bolt of lightning. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe and I felt like dying! 

Natalia? So, he believed I’m Natalia - his girlfriend!

Oh, God! My mind raced and a storm of emotions swirled within me. Richard had walked into the wrong room, and he had mistaken me with his first love, the woman he could never forget. The woman I could never be! 

And yet, here he was on top of my body!

I had loved Richard for as long as I could remember, but to him, I had always been invisible. The quiet girl who lingered in the background and watched him from the shadows. Tonight, I really thought I was lucky when I saw him enter my room. 

But then, I was wrong! 

While he was probably imagining Natalia under his body, he was pressed against mine, and his every touch ignited a fire that I had kept buried for far too long. Then, all of a sudden, his lips moved urgently against my neck, and I could feel his breath. It was warm and ragged…and I liked it despite the circumstances. 

“I miss you so much, Nat,” he murmured in a husky voice.

As he mentioned Natalia’s name again, the world seemed to stop. Why did he keep mentioning her name? The other woman’s name reverberated in my mind and my heart clenched painfully because he thought I was her!

Yes, I had hopelessly loved him over the years, but tonight, in this dimly lit room, he was with me. He might think I am someone else, but he was with me. His skin was pressed against mine, and his breath mingled with mine. So, how could he be so heartless and insensitive? 

If only I was aware that he believed I was Natalia, I could have stopped him. I could have corrected his mistake and told him who I really was. But as his hands continued to trace the curves of my body, the thought of losing the moment with him was unbearable!

So, I did nothing. I let him believe the lie. I let him continue.

Once again, as his lips moved lower, it sent shivers down my spine especially when he kissed a path along my collarbone. Then, I closed my eyes and tried to push away the guilt that bothered me.

It didn’t matter, I gaslighted myself. Just for tonight, I wanted to be in his arms. It’s just a one-night stand, though!

“Natalia,” he whispered again, and the sound of her name on his lips was like a dagger to my heart.

But I didn’t let it stop me. I kissed him back with a desperation that I hoped would drown out the voice in my head telling me it was wrong. At the moment, I wanted to memorize every detail, every sensation, so that when morning came, I would have something to hold on to.

Then, as his touch grew more insistent, and more urgent, I responded in kind, and matched his intensity with my own. For the third time, our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new.

I allowed myself to forget everything except the feeling of being with him. Then, when it was over, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, and our breaths mingled in the stillness of the room.

After a few seconds, Richard drifted off to sleep, while his arm was draped over me possessively. While doing so, I allowed myself to savor the feeling of being so close to him, knowing that it wouldn’t last forever. Then, a yawn escaped my lips when exhaustion took over me.

But as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I felt him stir beside me. My heart raced because I knew that the illusion was about to shatter. 

Richard blinked awake even if his eyes were still heavy with sleep, and for a moment, there was a softness in his gaze that made my heart ache.

However, as he took in the sight of me lying beside him, confusion flickered across his face. Then, it was quickly replaced by anger. Without regard to his nudity, he sat up abruptly, and pushed me away as if my presence irritated him.

“A-Aria? What the hell are you doing in my bed?” he yelled at me.

My heart sank when he raised his voice but I forced myself to stay calm. “Richard, you came into my room last night,” I said softly. “Were you drunk?”

“You’re saying I made a mistake?” he asked and I nodded. “Look, Aria, if you knew I was intoxicated, you should have stopped me!”

“Yes, I should have. But I didn’t stop you. I…I’ve loved you for so long, Richard. I just wanted - 

“Enough!” He cut me off and his voice was filled with disgust. “You’re telling me you let this happen? That you didn’t try to stop me? How could you-

Before he could finish scolding me, the door to the room suddenly swung open, and we were both surprised to see the man who entered.