Chapter 4

- POV Karen Miller

My body is sweaty from the movements I make according to the sound. I stop for a moment and adjust to tie my hair.

“Don’t arrest them!”

The nipples of my breasts stiffened when I heard an extremely hoarse and sensual voice in my ear.

I stand there still picking up the strands of my hair, I feel rough and heavy hands pass over my arms, lowering them, making me stop what I was doing.

The stranger's big, warm hands passed around my waist, squeezing. He turned me towards him and it took all my self-control not to drool looking at the perfect landscape.

Light, slightly shadowy eyes, drawn-out mouth. Thick eyebrows, stubble. Strong. He had a large, muscular body.

Your gaze is intense and seductive, I feel myself burning up inside

Today I catch up.

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Our bodies align with each other as if it were a puzzle with the right pieces. I didn't take my eyes off theirs, just like theirs on mine, we were in great tune.

The music changed to a slow sexual one, he took the opportunity to run his hands over my arms, then to my neck, bringing his face closer to the sensitive place where he kissed warmly.

My hands ran to his back, I started to caress, and squeeze, while he placed several kisses around my neck. His beard easily made my skin crawl.

“Karen, I was looking.” get out of the exciting bubble, when she was called by Carla. “Oh!” Her mouth makes that sound when she sees the man who until now is holding me by the waist.

“I thought you were dancing with me, Carla,” I say and free myself from the man's hands. “I mean, I thought you were here” I fumbled a little.

Carla holds back her laughter at my embarrassment because I must be blushing now, but she soon becomes serious.

“Anthony,” says nervously. She seemed to remember something.

“Carla” shows a smile. And what a smile, too bad it doesn't look good.

“Are you accompanied?” asks the stranger.

“I came with the girls” his voice comes out a little cracked.

I just watched them know each other. And part of me is uncomfortable with that, but it's crazy that I barely know him.

“Just with them?” he arches his eyebrow.

“Yes” his voice is strained, it was starting to give me agony. "AND. He knows” half whispers the last part. “I'll let you finish enjoying the dance. Take care” comes out like a bolt of lightning from our front.

I follow her with my eyes where she goes, my curiosity increases to know what happens to my friends.

"What is your name?"

Came out of my thoughts with the voice of the person who was making my panties soaked.

“Yes, it’s Karen, my name is Karen!” I reply disturbs. Damn nerves.

“Relax Karen. There’s no need to be nervous” she says calmly.

“Anthony. Right?" I say since he didn't say his name.

"Yes. Let's go!" You need to drink something, it's getting too full here.

He leads me towards the bar, holding my waist tightly as we walk. The place is busier than before, the adrenaline that was going through my body while we were dancing is gone.

Now I feel a little shy.

We went up the stairs, which I am mentally grateful for, the club has three floors.

“The usual for me, and a Dry Martini” he orders the drinks bartender. This strangely makes me excited and I feel irritated.

The bartender quickly made the drinks and seemed nervous. No one approached where we were, and those who were close to us quickly dispersed.

Anthony seemed to be very authoritarian.

By my thirteenth drink, I was starting to feel a little dizzy and excited.

“I need to find the girls, they must be looking for me,” I say in a slurred voice.

“Sisters?” investigate.

“Friends, Carla is one of them” I reply, he looks at me seriously.

"Have a boyfriend?" question.

"Why? Do you mind?” I mean, the effect of the drink.

“Yes, I care. I have plans to fuck you, and I don’t like dating compromised women,” she responds, I swallow.

“A shame” I pout. He takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have a boyfriend,” he says without my confirmation.

“What makes you think not?” I ask.

“If he had, he wouldn’t have danced with me like that. And even if he did, he would go to great lengths to be inside you” he finishes his drink and places the glass on the counter. And he pulls me, heading towards the elevator.

“I’m going to vomit if we go this way, better up the stairs” I warn.

"Will not!" he says as if he can control it.

Inside the elevator, I grabbed his arm.

"I don't like it," I say, I close my eyes.

I feel his hand on my face then the other, I open my eyes and look at him. He pushes me back, and I feel the cold metal on my back, he lifts me a little so that my vagina is close to his hard member.

He shamelessly pressed his sex against mine, creating friction that made me sigh, biting lightly on my neck, I ended up moaning, and with that, he took the opportunity to capture my mouth in a sweeping kiss, his tongue touched mine and I did the same, thus the duel began. Between them. One of his hands squeezed my left breast as the kiss became more tense, rubbing our sexes with more force. Because she was wearing a dress, she could feel it.

The elevator started to beep and I detached my lips from his.

“Better put me down,” I whisper.

He does this but doesn't move away from me, I try to control my breathing, which seems impossible at that moment, when I feel his hand reach my vagina, my eyes widen but I don't dare to reprimand him, I touch over my panties, pressing lightly.

Anthony bent down in front of me grabbed each side of my panties and slid them down my legs. I tried to stop him but stopped when I received his less-than-patient look.