A part of me didn’t even care. I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and fuck this man, find my car, and disappear from my pathetic life. How far would my piece of shit car take me before it broke down? How far would I have to run for the MC to not bother chasing me down?
I felt the panic attack looming as I remembered the consequences of running away the last time. I tried to breathe through it, but—
He’d stopped us and shot me a curious look. “What’s wrong,malishka.”
That word.
There was something about the way he said it that made my heart pound and my thighs sticky. He seemed sincerely concerned.
I opened my mouth to tell him this was all a bad idea. Everything. That I was drunk, but not bold enough to put myself in this much danger. I wanted to tell him that he wasn’t even the danger I feared. I obviously hadn’t thought my actions all the way through. I didn’t know if I wanted to suffer for this night after all, that there were worse things than death.
But he leaned forward and kissed me.
Fireworks let loose in my veins, sparks of light and electricity, and I couldn’t help a small moan escaping my mouth. He groaned into me and lifted me up, forcing my legs to straddle his hips. I didn’t care that we were in public. His large hands palmed my ass, and I was a fucking goner. I ground my sopping pussy against his bulging crotch.
God, this man. The things I wanted him to do to me.
Okay, this was worth it, I decided.
My tall, handsome stranger carried me the rest of the way to the hotel. It wasn’t far. Only another block. He peppered kisses down my neck, and I held on for the ride. No one stopped us. No one stared. Or maybe they did.
I still wasn’t wearing panties.
A small breeze rustled past us, and it heightened my arousal. I was always more sensitive after an orgasm. This man had finger fucked me harder than my first boyfriend on prom night. I wanted more. I needed more.
God, I was horny.
Leaning forward, I bit into the flesh of his neck. He growled and palmed the back of my head to hold me closer. My giant liked a bite of pain. Why was that so hot?
“Hold on tight, my littlemalishka.We are almost there.” His accent deepened the more aroused he got.
I squirmed in his arms. I wanted to ride him. Wrapping my legs around his thick torso with his throbbing cock beneath me wasn’t what I needed right now.
“Good evening, sir.”
The wheezing voice pulled me out of my lust filled haze. I looked up and gasped at the opulent view over his shoulders.
“Have a good night and take it easy,” my stranger said to the doorman.
This was no motel, that was for sure. Gold panes lined the white walls decorated with golden flowers. The lobby was wide, and I could see our bodies reflecting in the floor's surface. I looked up and saw that they made the entry level ceiling of glass.
I could see the desperation on my face. The clawing need painted clearly above me. I’d wanted no one as much as I wanted this man, and I didn’t even know his name. Did I want to know his name?
In a split second, I decided I didn’t. We’d have this one night, and I would never see him again. A one-night stand. A fling to get away from the hateful memories and people back home. This wasn’t some kind of romantic date where I expected him to call me the next morning, or even on the third morning. For my safety, and his, this could not happen again.
I could do one night. It’s not like I was a virgin. Hell, I’d been passed around the MC like a hand-me-down. Once the president had been finished with me, it was open season. Even the prospects could hold me down and do whatever they wanted.
That last thought doused some of my libido. I deflated in the stranger’s arms. I couldn’t do this. This woman wasn’t me. I didn’t escape with sex. That wasn’t how I was raised. It was one thing to be repeatedly raped. I couldn’t stop that. But it was another to purposely put myself out there like I’d done tonight. God, what was I thinking?
My daddy would be so disappointed in me right now.
We got on the elevator, and I squirmed again. “Please put me down,” I whispered.
Instead of dropping me, he held tighter to my ass, almost spreading my cheeks apart. “Where did you go in your head?” he mumbled against my skin.
I shook my head. I didn’t owe him any explanations. “Put me down,” I demanded more firmly.
“No.”