The Stranger’s Name

SIENNA'S POV

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“But I want to.” he said softly, his voice lacing with mockery..

I faltered, shifting backwards. Every rational bone in my body screaming to walk away but my body remembers his hands, my lips remembers his taste. 

And with reckless abandon, I let myself in this spur of the moment. Now I wasn't a wife or a mother of an unborn child, I danced as — Sienna. 

As the music played on, it seemed to keep its match with mine. The air becomes thicker than before with the reek of alcohol, perfume, heat and sin — my skin glows with the flickering light from the adrenaline, my heart raced as the stranger's body comes in contact with mine. 

At first, our bodies were inches apart, the place kept bubbling with everyone dancing, but I — I was in another world. This was no longer a dance, it turned a silent interrogation. 

His gaze laid unshifting from my body pressing its weight of curiosity and want my body wouldn't even deny, although, my gaze locked on his with hunger. 

I watched his throats whenever he swallowed and that was enough to turn me on like right now. Oh shoot!

I was tripping when his voice broke me out of drooling. 

“You were pretending to be someone else tonight. But I do know you, Sienna.“

His voice low, velvety, teasing. He leaned in, brushing his lips by my ear making my body tense. I flinched, not from fear but recognition. It felt like a deliberate meeting, my body shuddered at it. 

“You don't know anything about me.“ I said trying to keep my voice steady, while I broke away from his grip. My body resisted, causing me to miss a step backwards while I hung in the air, with him catching me by the waist and my hands staying tangled in his shirt. I stared at him — wondering all the naughty things I'd do to him tonight. I was close to biting my lips when my mind jolted to the present situation. 

“You don't know anything about me. So back off. Let it be that way.“ I said with uncertainty although I released myself from his grip carefully while staring into his eyes for communication of some sort. 

“Very well then. But I do know how your lips part when you want to be kissed by me but refuse to ask for it. I see you tremble at it too.“ He said. I chose to disagree but he caught me again unawares. 

“See… you parted 'em — those cherry lips.“ He remarked. My face turned red. 

“I also do know how your body melts when you're touched.. right.. here?“ He raised it like a question but his expressions, he was sure. 

He took a step closer to meet me, as he let his finger brush my collar bone. 

Ahhh.. hmmmmmm

I didn't realize I just moaned at just a mere touch until I felt me — wet. 

'He's dangerous. But I wouldn't care tonight. I'd play it not safe tonight.' I said within me. 

He spreads out his hands to mine, silently. It felt like some silent gesture but it was challenge, an invitation and yet a dare. And I, fueled by the echo of control and the thrill of anonymity, I took it. 

I gave a sly smile to Harper who winked at me. Oh god. She was my hell tonight. I laughed. 

I and the stranger, hand in hand, we walk out through the back door of the club embracing the cool night, the air felt clearer without issues, the playing stars unfamiliar. 

He opens the passenger seat for me, I stared at him and with elegance, I stepped into it, finding my comfort in it. The car was black, felt even more expensive than mine with with its sleekness. 

“you already know my name, and yours — I don't.“ I paused trying to figure every meaning to his eyes that were unreadable. 

“Names… uh? Dangerous, especially mine” he smirked, I rolled my eyes and as if daring, I broke whatever silence he was expecting. 

“Try me.“

“Just K. Yeah, for king?“ He winked at me facing the road. 

I bit my lips. 

“Arrogant much.“ I spelled out in defeat and before I realized, he parked the car, got out and opened the car door for me. My face turned tomato red, my ribs hitting to my chest in joy that caused me to fiddle with my fingers. 

I took note of him place, just like him, it was minimal, masculine and too perfect. I hissed as I felt the textures of the leather couches — soft. I stared at the dim lighting and then my eyes darted to the whiskey placed gently at the bar countered structure of the house like it knew we were coming. 

I walked through slowly, taking everything to memory. No family pictures, just sleek 

“You don't seem to be just mysterious — you seem…” I paused. 

“Wild.“

His gaze sharper than earlier met mine, it felt as though it was burning through me. I shifted uncomfortably. 

“Just your name please?“ I whispered with a pout on my face like some toddler begging for teddies. 

He pours a drink and shifts the glass to my end as we sat on the counter. 

He cups my face in his palm and with a less scary gaze and more gentler expressions this time, 

“That was cute. But no, let's forget makes and reality and just be Sienna to this stranger.“

His touch to my jaw sent me reeling, I was lost even in his palms, now, our face closer than before, I hadn't realized my lips caught his until he started to reciprocating. First, like testing old waters but as soon as the desire ignites, we were both lost in the pleasure that I forgot where I end and where he begins. 

Those hands caressing my boobs, his hands were familiar — too familiar, my mouth knew his rhythm. There was tenderness too. 

It goes on for a while and then, this stranger — scoops me off the chair heading to the bedroom. 

I laughed at the tickle the thought gave me. As we tumble unto the bed, he stops. I looked up at him. What's wrong? His palm lingered to my stomach — barely a graze, eyes concentrated on them, slowly, I wrap my palms against it. 

With a much softer tone. 

“Your body seems different now. Your body… they seem to hold..“ 

He paused. 

“A secret.“