Chapter Two
Andrea
This would probably be the biggest mistake of my life.
Telling a hot, mysterious stranger that I wanted him to fuck me.Worse, following him to somewhere I had no idea about simply because he said so.Yup, biggest mistake of my life.
The dim, carpeted hallway he led me through was lined on each side with luxurious black doors and golden number tags.The silence that trailed us was thick, dark, and consuming.My heart thudded loudly against my rib cage, threatening to rip out of my chest.
He stopped in front of a door, and my heart skipped.He waited for me to catch up with him, and when I did, he unlocked the door.Icy-blue eyes were trained on me as he stepped aside for me to enter.
It was like he was luring me to my death.
My mouth ran dry.I cast a reluctant glance at the door, wanting to lean into the little voice in my head that told me I could still turn around.
I put on an indifferent mask, straightened my spine, and sashayed into the room.
The lighting in the room was neutral.It wasn’t too bright or dim.It allowed me to make out the opulent black decor with touches of red.
“Hmm, classy,” I said under my breath.
As soon as the hair on my nape stood erect, I knew he was approaching me.I spun around with a gasp, my breath hitching rapidly.My eyes locked on his, awe settling in me at how someone can look both mischievous and icy at the same time.
“Scared?”He bit his lower lip, his eyes straying to my perfectly glossed lips.
“No.”I swallowed.
He smirked, his blue eyes detached.“Get on the bed.Stay on the edge, heels off, and legs spread wide.”
He sounded so hot bossing me around.I preferred having things go my way, but tonight, submitting to him willingly came to me.
Iwantedto please him.
My spine stiffened, goose bumps scattering all over my skin.I obliged, tossing my purse somewhere in the room and hopping on the bed.I kicked my heels off my feet, slowly bunched my knees, and kept my toes on the edge of the bed.Then I spread my legs wide.
My cheeks burned.I grew self-conscious because I didn’t know if he could see how drenched my black thong was.My chest was thrust out, my nipples straining against my dress as I splayed my palms on the bed.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
He approached me, all lean and ripped, with strides that made him look like a panther.He was the predator.I was the prey.
He crouched at eye level with me, the space beside me dipping slightly like he was burying his fists into it to prevent himself from ripping my dress off my body.
“You never told me your name.”My thin voice was barely above a whisper.
The corners of his lips quirked in an unhinged grin.“Luciano.”
Luciano.
He had such a beautiful name.I couldn’t help but test it on my lips.“Luciano.I’m Andrea.”
“Andrea...”He pushed himself between my legs, and the brief contact of our skin lit my entire soul on fire.“Do you do this all the time?”
My heart dipped.“Do what?”
“Tell random men you want them to fuck you.”He gritted the words out.My chest burned at the raw jealousy and possessiveness that dripped from his words.
He curled his arm around my waist while his free hand gripped my thigh possessively.Our noses brushed, eliciting a moan from me as heat seared through my body.My body was beginning to melt into him, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
