CHAPTER 4

The man and I moved our conversation to a more secluded place away from the loud noise of the ball. And before I knew it, I found myself already escorted inside his hotel room. 

“I have about three questions before we begin with our deal.” He suddenly uttered, pushing me against the long, creamy white bed.

I was certain that if my eyes were shut now, then I was probably dreaming.

There was no other possible explanation for the way my body tingled, the way my breath hitched in my throat, and the way my mind raced with thoughts that I had never dared to entertain before.

It all seemed so too good to be true, as the man lurred his body before me. He was like a walking, breathing embodiment of desire. His dark, tousled hair framed a face that could have been chiseled by the gods themselves, his piercing eyes a shade of blue that bordered on ethereal.

He was close, too close, his presence consuming the air between us. His broad shoulders seemed to block out the rest of the world, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this impossible moment.

"First question," he said, his voice a low, sensual murmur that sent shivers down my spine. "Tell me, have you ever kissed a man before?"

The question hung in the air, thick and heavy with implications that I was too naive to fully grasp. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

The truth was, I hadn’t. Not really. There had been the awkward smack my ex-husband used to give me to show off with his peers but I bet that was hardly what he was asking.

He crawled in closer, his hand brushing against my bare belly, sending sparks through my skin. His touch was both gentle and commanding, a contradiction that left me breathless. My heart pounded in my chest, so loud that I was sure he could hear it.

I swallowed hard, as I try to find my voice, however it seemed as though it had been stolen from me with that single, intimate move, particularly when I felt his breathe crawl up at the center of my chest. I was still wearing a bra for pete’s sake but It almost wanted to scream take me off with the way he provokes me.

And yet, He didn't stop there.

His other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were just a breath apart. His strong and addictive scent—something dark and intoxicating—filled my senses, clouding my thoughts even further. My mind threatened to give out, and I was sure I would have lost my consciousness if not for the sudden sniff he made on my stomach that caused me sto squirm in delight.

It was tease i’d surely want to have again.

"And what about touching yourself?" His voice was a whisper now, a seductive rasp that made my toes curl. "Have you ever touched yourself before? Do you know what it feels like?”

I wasn’t sure what he really want on that particular part, but what surprised me further was when he sneakingly slide forced my free hand to slide inside my undergarment, leaving me with a electrifying kind of sensation as he helped me stroked it in circular motions.

It instantly caused me to arched up my back from it.

My mind was reeling. I had no idea how to respond. My hands trembled, my body betraying the innocence I clung to so desperately. I had heard of such things, of course, but for him to make me feel it now—especially with him taking the lead for me—felt both scandalous and thrilling in a way I had never known.

“Do you like it?” he whispered beside my ear.

I shook my head, though whether I was denying his words or my own feelings, I couldn’t be sure. My lips tingled where I imagined his might touch, and my heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement.

This was dangerous, whatever this was between us. I was so preoccupied with the nerve-wrecking thrill that I even lost count how many question had he already asked. I knew it, and yet, I couldn’t make him stop anyway.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered the final question, his voice like liquid fire that ignited something deep within me.

"Well then, have you ever been fucked before? Do you know what it’s like to be taken by a man, to be completely consumed by him?"

The word hung in the air, raw and unapologetic. My entire body went rigid, shock coursing through me like a bolt of lightning. No one had ever spoken to me like this before. No one had ever dared to ask such things of me, not even my ex-husband. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I was certain I would faint.

But I didn’t.

Somehow, I suddenly  mustered the strength to meet his gaze, to look into those dark, smoldering eyes of his that seemed to see right through me. He was waiting for an answer, his grip on my arms tightening as if to remind me that I couldn’t escape this.

My mind flashed back, trying to piece together the events that had led me here—to this moment. How had I ended up in such a situation, alone with a man who seemed to embody every forbidden desire I had ever kept locked away?

It felt like only moments ago that I was a world away, in a place where these kinds of questions would have been unthinkable.

And yet, here I was, in his arms, my body betraying the innocence I had always clung to. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the shame of my own curiosity mingling with a deep, primal need that I had never known existed within me.

“Once we seal this deal, there’s no turning back. This could also mean that I’ll take you whenever and wherever I please, do you get that?” he abruptly asked.

And I opened my mouth, about to answer him that I want to think about it, but before I could speak, he surprisingly kissed me.

It was nothing like the awkward smack from what my ex-husband used to do with me. It was completely different and full of passion with this man.

This was a kiss that stole the air from my lungs, a kiss that demanded everything from me and gave me no time to think, no time to question.

His lips moved against mine and across my neck with purpose, his hands exploring my body as if he had every right to do so.

And in that moment, I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted more—more of his touch, more of his heat, more of whatever this was that had taken hold of me and refused to let go.

I didn’t know how I had ended up here or even the fact that I accepted his deal, because, hell, I don’t even care. All I knew was that I was trapped in his confining allure right now, completely and utterly, and there was no turning back.

Out of nowhere, my hand hovered quickly to pull his mask away, and horror suddenly came up to greet me. “No way! You’re that guy—” I was cut off. 

He quickly smirked, the look on his face indicating that he had known me all this time. “Yes, I am your blondie knight, isn’t that right, my damsel?” said the man with whom I had a one-night stand.