“Do you like that?” I ask. “Are you ready for my dick?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Look at you. So fucking wet and needy. Begging prettily for my cock.”
“Please,” she repeats, unraveling to my touch.
I wrap a hand around my dick and pump myself, enjoying how keenly she watches me, her interest palpable. Zoe is a dangerous girl to have around. I can’t wait to fuck her and disappear from her life forever.
“I’m so hard,” I murmur. “Look how hard you make me. Now spread those legs, little bird. Let me fuck you like I’ve wanted to since the first night I saw you.”
Her eyes widen with shock, but I don’t give her time to dwell on it before I slide slowly inside her. My eyes are locked on hers the entire time, and she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming from the intense way my cock fills her. It’s painful, raw, and the tightness is unreal.
The moment I break through her barrier, she screams with pain. I pause, allowing her to get used to my girth. She probably would have fared better to fuck a smaller man for the first time, but there was no way I was passing her up.
“Are you good?’ In a rare moment of tenderness, I kiss the bridge of her nose.
“Yes.”
Slowly, I begin to work myself inside her, pushing and pulling, entering and sliding back out, until her pussy is so wet and so hot and so unbelievably filled with pleasure that I don’t know which way is up and which way is down anymore. I’m going mad with lust, and it doesn’t feel like once will be enough.
“You’re a good girl,” I murmur, pushing in and pulling out, steadily picking up speed. “See how nice you’re taking me. It’s like your pretty pink cunt was made for me.”
She’s moaning and thrashing beneath me, and it intensifies the feeling of pleasure coursing through me. I speed up, fucking her faster as I pay exquisite attention to her clit with one hand and palm her breast with the other.
“So fucking tight,” I growl. “Your pussy is unbelievable.”
She grinds against me, picking up my rhythm and merging with it. Moments after she cries out my name and comes undone, I’m tumbling after her, emitting a deep growl that causes stars to burst behind my eyes. This is the last time I’ll ever feel myself inside her, but I know I’ll never forget how it felt to ruin her like this.
Chapter Five - Zoe
I wake up to empty sheets. The bed is cold, the space beside me already vacant, like I’ve been abandoned before I even had the chance to understand what happened. I close my eyes, squeezing them tight, trying to push away the overwhelming weight of disappointment that presses down on me.
I knew it was a risk, going there with him. I knew it was reckless, that it might mean nothing to him. But I didn’t expect it to feel like this. The emptiness, the quiet aftermath of a night I’ll never truly understand.
His scent still lingers in the sheets, and it feels like a cruel reminder. I press my hand to my chest, trying to slow the frantic pace of my heart. I had convinced myself I wasn’t looking for anything. That it didn’t matter. But it does.
It matters more than I want to admit.
The sting of it cuts deeper than I expected. He took what he wanted, and now he’s gone, leaving me with nothing but memories and a hollow ache. It hurts. It hurts like I’m nothing more than some fleeting encounter, like I’m disposable, a moment of pleasure he’ll forget. To me, it was everything.
My phone buzzes, its vibrations jarring in the quiet room. I groggily reach for it, the screen lighting up with several texts from Jenni and Maria. I glance at them—questions about the night, about where I’ve been, if I’m okay—but I don’t answer. Not now. Not when everything feels like a blur, like a mistake wrapped in heat and confusion.
I sit up slowly, my body aching in places I’ve never felt before. It’s not pain. It’s something else—something that tells me my body’s been marked in a way I can’t ignore. I rub my eyes, trying to clear the fog in my head, but the memories flood backin waves—his hands, his lips, the way he took control, the way I let him.
I need to get out of here.
I stand and quickly gather my clothes, dressing as fast as I can, my hands shaking slightly as I slip into the dress I wore last night. I avoid looking in the mirror, even though I know it would be pointless. I’m already aware of the mess I’ve made of myself.
I grab my phone and slip out of the suite, my heart pounding in my chest. The hallway is empty, silent, and as I walk, the sound of my footsteps is the only thing I can hear.
I don’t look back as I leave the hallway and step into the elevator. The moment the doors close, the floodgates open. I feel the weight of it—the tears, the confusion, everything I’ve tried to shove down since last night.
I don’t regret it. Not in the way I thought I would. But I feel lost. The man I gave myself to is a stranger. I know his name—Lukin—but that’s it. No last name. No number. No trace. Nothing but the echo of his touch on my skin and the fire he sparked in me.
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. I step out, my legs unsteady, my mind still buzzing with the remnants of the night. The cool night air greets me as I step outside, but it does little to calm the storm inside me. I keep walking, fast, like if I keep moving, I can outrun the feelings that have settled deep inside me.
It’s not until I’m halfway down the block, the sounds of sporadic, early morning traffic around me, that the tears start to come. I don’t understand why. I’m not sorry for what happened. But I can’t stop the wave of confusion that crashes over me. I gave myself to a man I barely know. And I don’t even know how to feel about it.
