Chapter 5

This wasn't part of the plan.

What I had to do was simple: make him want to know about me, make him chase me, starve him, then leave him.

Then what the fuck is this?

"Hmm..." I moaned like there was something painful in me. Like there was indeed hurting. I'm leaking down there, and he's the reason why.

When he asked for fun, I gave him my consent. Now here we are, in the parking lot of the building, making more than just a mystery—but also a crime.

But the care I had washed away the moment his lips found mine. I thought it would be magical and the peak of heaven, but no, it was something darker, full of greed, and far from being in paradise.

A sinful desire, he is.

His lips were burning my skin. Every graze left a mark that caused a shiver down my spine, skin crawled, and my toes curled.

I've never felt mmself so alive like this. Or was it just because I haven't been touched for a long time now? And this hits different.

I gasped when his hand cupped my wet mound and pressed it, massaging in a circular motion, making me feel sick—and excitement gushing through my veins.

"Oh... Johnny," I breathlessly uttered as he took his time leaving wet kisses on my neck.

My eyes fluttered shut—I could feel just how good he is at this. And now I get why women practically throw themselves at his feet.

Johnny knows well how to drive someone crazy. He knows how to pleasure a woman, and I'm going through it—both painfully and numbing.

His hands were all over me, following every curve and edge, squeezing and pinching. The naughtiness guiding his hands added more fuel to the fire, burning me down.

Pushing and pulling—whether he would be gentle or rough on me.

It's turning me on even more.

"Damn, you smell so fucking good," he growled and lightly bit the skin on my neck, sending a magnitude seven earthquake on my walls—and finally, they fell down.

I'm losing control.

He's taking over.

He guided my hand to touch the train in between his strong thighs. It was as hard as rock, intense. So ready to enter a cave, so eager to bury it deep inside me.

A delicious sound slipped off from him; his breath hitched when I gripped his rod tight.

The thing that was only a glance for me is now in my hands.

So satisfying...

"Fuck..." he murmured, lifting his head with those groggy eyes searching for mine. "This fucking place isn't enough. Come with me," he invited, holding me by my wrist and gave me another smack on my lips.

Come. With. Me. Those words were what I hear from him most. But I didn't know that it would make such a strong impact on me.

It felt different. It felt like... I'm the woman he's always been looking for. To warm his bed—no, not his bed, the hotel's bed. To make him want to squeeze the last drop of his come and daydream about the night we spent together for at least three days.

Oh, I'm definitely going to come with him this time.

He took me to the limo and drove off the building, passing through the thick crowd outside, hoping for some scoop.

Now they have it.

Johnny Miles and the mystery lady. Would they make some noise about tonight's event—or just the story of one of the youngest billionaires in the world?

"Drink?" He offered me a glass of golden liquor and I took it without a word. I felt the bitterness of it draw a line in my throat.

"Damn..." he chuckled, watching me lick my lips and straddle him on his seat.

His hands immediately held my behind and looked up to meet my gaze, taking his mask off and giving me the full view of his gorgeous face.

That addicting stare is now drawn on me—not on someone else's ass, but on my hidden face.

"I know I'm handsome," he bragged, wearing a smug smirk. "But if you want to stare like that, you might want to repay that. Make us even," he added, lifting his hand and holding my mask.

I panicked and pulled my head back, taking him aback.

Grabbing the opportunity to be on top, I caught his hand and pinned them on the backrest.

"Hands off, Mr. Miles..." I whispered to him, beginning to grind my wetness against his hard bulge. "Would you mind not spoiling the night? It's mysterious."

"Uh-huh?" he murmured, fixing his attention on our clothed privates, trembling in desire to finally make them meet and have us one.

"Is that your goal?"

"No..." I gave him a quick kiss and ssmiled "I just like watching powerful men beg."

Tease after tease, we had a couple more drinks while almost exchanging faces in the limo until we arrived at... I don't know where he took me. All I know is that he drowned me with his kisses and took all my focus for himself.

I just felt myself being tossed on the bed

—clothes ripped, ravished by a starving wolf.

"Ahh!" I gasped when he spanked my butt, commanding me to be on all fours.

I knew his hand left a red mark on my skin. It prickled, but it felt so good that I’m soaking wet.

My back arched when his lips began trailing the line of my spine, kissing my tattoo, licking it while his huge hand caressed where he hit me.

He hasn't done anything yet on me, but my eyes were already rolling to the back of my head.

"You're a damn tease," I heard him say, squeezing my butt before raking his hand down the length of my thigh until his thumb pressed on my entrance.

I gripped the pillows as he started to thrust his finger inside me—slow. So slow it makes me want to want more.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I want you..." I moaned, moving my body, following the rhythm of his finger feeling the inside of me. "I want you to fuck me hard, Johnny. I need you inside me."

He let out a satisfied chuckle before pulling out his finger from me. Then I felt the head of his pulsing length tracing my slit.

Bucking my hips, I cracked for the pleasure he would give me. But he wanted to play first.

His hand met my butt once more, making me yelp in pleasure.

"Patience is a virtue, my lady," he simpered, enjoying how he tortures me. "You're dripping wet. I wonder why."

He yanked my hair, forcing me to look up. Then I found the mirror by the headrest. I could see myself looking like prey while he kneels behind me—looking like a damn well-made dish.

Those lustful eyes were staring back at me, finding this sight so fancy.

"Ooh..." I whispered when he penetrated his head in me, but pulled it out—then repeated.

I need more. I want him whole. Wreck me good.

He leaned in, slapping his hardness against my sex, making a sloshy sound that only the two of us and the wall could hear.

"You ready?" he whispered to my ear, biting the lobe and sipping it.

"Yes. Oh... yes, please?" I begged, failing to recognize myself anymore. I sound like a slut—like one of those women I wrinkle my nose at. Like those women who would purr in his ear and vine on him like a snake.

Shit... I'm his slut now.

But if being his would give me the best slice in life, I’d do this again—and never speak about this secret.

"Keep your eyes looking at me," he commanded, positioning himself behind me.

He guided my head to look just at the mirror, where our reflection gave me the best resolution of a live porn—where Johnny and I were the main characters.

"Just so you know, Johnny Miles doesn't do slow and soft," he warned me, poking my entrance. "Johnny loves hard and rough."

I was so engrossed with the sight of him, with the sound of his voice, that I was caught off guard when he suddenly barged himself inside me.

I screamed. He's too big for me.

My grip on the sheets tightened, and my head hung low—only for him to pull my hair and force me to look at us.

"What did I say? Just look at me," he dominantly uttered, giving me another spank before he thrust in a rhythm that followed his hitching breath. "Be a good little girl, and I'll give you a prize."

"Does that make you—a da—daddy?" I moaned, doing my best to keep my eyes open.

"You're catching up real fast. Real fast." He was so pleased that he increased his pace, and I began to lose it.

I became a moaning mess. He didn’t spare a second not to give me reason to keep my mouth open and make a sound.

"Say my name. Come on, baby, say my name," he ordered, pulling my hair more as he thrust faster.

"Oh... Johnny!" I obeyed—not because I was told to, but because he makes me want to scream his name.

His hardness reached deep in me. I could feel his strength in my stomach. It was buried deep, indeed. Stretching me with his size.

"I'm—I'm gonna come!" I exclaimed, feeling how all the tension in my body focused on my middle. The knot in my stomach demanded a release—and his consent was all I needed.

"Yeah?" He reached for my left chest, squeezing and pulling the bead above it, adding more tension on me. "You wanna come on me?"

"Yes!"

"You want that?"

"Yes... oh my—please, I want to come!" I whimpered loudly. When I found his gaze staring back at me, my muscles clenched around him and I found myself exploding.

"Fuck!" he growled, letting go of my hair and holding my hips to fuck me better, slapping my ass once... twice until my release coated his hard rod.

I chased my breath and collapsed in bed as he slowed his pace after I let out everything I had.

"Tired already?" he asked, like he cared, fondling his hand on the spread of my back, clearly intrigued by the art scarred on my skin.

"No," I gave him the unexpected answer, and I saw how a smile escaped his lips from the corner of my vision. "Don't stop."

"That's what I want from my girl," he said, rolling me over like a doll and hovered above me. "Am I now granted to take a look at that pretty face?" he asked, cupping my wet and tickling mound with his hand and slowly pushed two of his long fingers inside me.

I let out a long whimper.

" At least tell me your name," he almost begged.

My limping hand found his hair as he snuggled his face in the crook of my neck. "You're granted once you satisfy me the way I want it," I gave him hope, when in fact, there was no such thing at all.

"Is that a challenge?" he bit, quickening the movement of his fingers inside me.

My chest rose and fell, still not over from coming—and he’s already making me cry in pleasure once again.

"I accept that," he proudly and confidently uttered.

It went on the whole night. I thought that he wouldn't stop until my bones broke. But a greedy man in sex has limits—and now he’s snoring beside me.

"Shit..." I groaned when I tried moving my legs.

The pleasure was great, and now I have to endure the pain.

Escaping the bed, I winced when I saw my gown on the floor. It’s torn and unable to be called a dress anymore.

"Double shit," I moaned. Then I realized I’m in a familiar room.

He... he brought me to his house?

"Hmm..." Johnny moaned and his strong hand caught me, pulling me into a hug, locking me in his arms.

Triple shit.

I tried to break free, and it took me all my efforts until I fell off the bed with a loud thud. Through my mask that felt like it was already one with my face, I peeped at him—and he’s still sound asleep.

As long as he doesn’t know his secretary was the one he owned more than once, the one he slept with in his house, in his bed… I’m safe. But I need to get out of here first, before he wakes up.

Stealing clothes from him, I tiptoed out of his house—just to freeze when a car arrived right as I closed the doors.

Then Tamara hopped out, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"Looks like you had a good time."