One martini

This man looked like a mystery of his own. Before he could deepen his gaze, I averted my eyes. Something that I rarely do. My heart rate accelerated. What was his feeling?

“Vodka,”

I murmured, my voice barely audible as I slide the glass. Raising my brows, I gave him a confused look for I couldn’t understand why he was not taking my glass. Well, my doubts were soon cleared as my eyes looked at him. He had his eyes widened and mouth gaped open as he stared over my shoulder. I gulped. W-what was happening behind me? My panic-

“One Martini,”

A husky voice spoke behind me. An unexplainable tremble ran down my spine and my heart jumped. The effect this unknown man’s voice had over me was inexplicable. It sent tingles all over my bare back.

“C-coming right up,” the bartender stuttered and I tensed as I sensed him from my peripheral vision sitting on the stool beside me. His sharp and intense gaze had me sweating in a way that made me feel anxious. His presence was intimidating.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here? All alone?” My body tautens at his words that rang in my ears for several seconds. I had heard this a thousand times, these words barely meant anything to me, but his voice, the way he said it, was so different. So intense. I turned around, finding the man that looked like he breathed danger, sitting next to me, wearing a sternness on his handsome face.

I looked at him closely, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high cheekbones that looked carved by a mastered craftsman, but his eyes, god, was it possible to drown in them?

“Lorenzo,” he chuckled, introducing himself. I licked my dry lips and nodded before extending my hand with a little nervousness as my fingers twitch.

“A-Sabrina,” I almost said my real name.

Lorenzo.

His eyes flickered as he assessed me with a fierce look in his eyes. I had no idea what it was, but this man looked like the man I’d avoid. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the bartender as he gave a startled look now and then. This man might be someone who I shouldn’t get close to. I clasped my finger and fidgeted with them unknowingly as his eyes turned into ones of amusement.

“All alone?” He asked in his commanding tone that had me entrapped and I opened my mouth.

“No, I’m waiting for someone,” Now that I realised, I couldn’t fail my task today. He nodded, his bulky arms flexed behind him as his black button-down stretched and I peaked at his chest as a few markings of black ink greeted me back. I couldn’t catch the full glimpse, but when I looked closely at his neck, there were a few more that peeked through his collar.

The bartender slides our drinks.

To ease my nervousness, I gulped it down in one go as Lorenzo chuckled at my action. His curious yet intimidating eyes watched me like a hawk, and I could feel them undressing me. Now that I had alcohol in my system, my body was getting light. And I was finally able to meet his eyes. And god! He was perfection, sculpted by sacred hands. I ogled at him like any other woman in the damn club.

“Who are you?” I asked, not in a rude manner but with a small smile. His eyes gleamed in amusement as he leaned back against the counter before taking a sip of his martini.

“Whatever you want me to be,” he replied instantly. He was flirting with me. But I couldn’t understand what was it about him that made me feel so overwhelmed. He was indeed a man who shouldn’t be messed around with, but he was also the man who carried his aura like he ruled the world.

I chuckled.

The alcohol seemed to be doing its work.

“I know where you’re going with that, but sorry to break it to you. I don’t do one-night stands,” I chuckled a bit and he smirked at me.

“My intentions are holy, sweetheart,” he said throwing his drink down his throat and eyes trailed over my busting cleavage, as he licked his lips to induce the art of seduction. This man, he was making me feel….naked. My chest rose up and down and his eyes followed every movement.

“So much coming from a man with the name of a devil,”

My breath hitched and my cheeks flared as he leaned closer, his knees brushing against mine and I felt my heart rate increasing. His hand raised and I closed my eyes instinctively when I felt the tips of his burning fingers brushing against my ear and down my left cheek, and my heart fluttered with unknown emotions building inside me.

I was sure he could feel my pulsating pulse under his thumb, I was entrapped at the moment, forgetting about my task at hand, and his eyes flickered between my lips and my gaze. Whether it was alcohol in me or the hypnosis his indigo gaze held me in, I felt myself leaning into his touch. Something so warm, so welcoming.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice was so low that it reached the deepest part of his soul that had been untouched for years. A craving, a yearning, and his one touch. He looked like the man who wanted to corrupt me, and, I was letting him.

“No,”

The truth was…

I was thrilled.

*****

He pulled me to him, his hands entangled in my hair as he forced me to look up at him. My breathing was uneven and my dishevelled hair sprawled across my face as he gazed down at me.

Fuck. I was drunk.

The only thing I wanted to avoid the whole night was being swayed at the moment and giving in to his charm. Getting drunk and losing my senses. Surely, tomorrow's regret was bound to follow. I had completely forgotten the purpose I wore this filthy dress. Moments later after our second drink and his flirting, I found myself in one of the guest lounges, rammed against the wall while his lips caressed every inch of my mouth. He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall as his lips savoured down my neck, evoking several goosebumps on their awake. An unknown quaking rose inside me-something forbidden. My body responded to him and so did the untouched portion of my soul. Every inch of me wanted this stranger between my legs. It was the sexual drive that pulled us closer.

“You taste like sin,” he whispered as he slipped his hand between my legs and reached up my thighs, teasing the corner of my seamless panties. A moan dribbled from my lips, and my body trembled against him.

“Lorenzo,” I pleaded she grabbed my ass and grinned it against his pelvis, his thick manly erection teasing my swollen lower lips.

“I’m hardly restraining myself to pound you, sweetness. Don’t tempt me with your seductive eyes,” he mumbled against my neck, and my hand purposely brushed against his thigh as I felt him smirking.

“Then don’t,”

The next thing I knew, I was thrown on the couch that was large enough for me to bounce and he was on top with his lips smouldering mine in a passionate kiss.

Fuck.

Pinning my hands in his one, he nibbled my lower lip, sucking and then biting as I hissed. He tasted so good, just like vodka and martini. Danger and hell. Lust and seduction. My body responded to him and he let out a hungry growl.

“Fuck,”

He thrust his hips against my covered core, pushing his erection against my heat, leaving me panting and shaking.

“Ever been tongue fucked before?” I stared at him wide-eyed. I squirmed under him as he smirked and leaned down, leaving wet kisses trailing over my skin, leaving me begging for more. Shit. I had never been touched by a man like this. I had few experiences but this was something lethal. I had a boyfriend back in Italy, we slept barely three times together before I ended it with him, cause he fell out of love with me. And when I came to New York, I was too indulged in my misery that the thought of a man embracing me seemed not so right.

But this, this felt so damn right.

“The things you’re doing to me, Bella,” his muscular body entrapped mine and he parted my thighs, I bit my bottom lip closing my eyes as his warm tongue run along the inside of my thighs. Goosebumps puckered along my skin as he spread my legs wider.

I squirmed, as his harp gaze met mine. Gosh! He was so enticing.

He teased the hem of my panties and a loud tear sound followed I realised he had torn them apart. “Loren-“

“Enjoy, Bella. While you can,” he groaned as his finger skimmed and slipped between my lower lips, parting them, and I groaned in pleasure as his tongue flickered against my swollen clit. I shivered as I felt his finger teasing the slit as wetness engulfed his fingers. As he slipped a finger inside, my back arched, and I let out a lewd moan. My body trembled with a strange sensation that felt good from the way he touched me. I knew this was not my intention for tonight, but the desires of my body were not aligned with the thoughts of my mind.

Sensationally good pleasure build up inside as I moaned and his finger worked faster as his lips sucked my clit, leaving me breathless. My arms flared and I dug my nails into the couch.

“Please,” I panted as I pushed my hips into his mouth, enjoying what he was giving me. Lorenzo chuckled, the vibrations send tingles down my spine.