Chapter 3 Just One Night

With a sudden gasp, Viola untangled herself from his embrace, realizing she had been in his arms for quite some time. Swiftly, she turned away and grabbed the nearby cloth, draping it over her naked body. She was quick to cover up.

"I apologize deeply," he spoke softly, standing up and averting his gaze from her.

His voice was rough, and she could sense his discomfort. Her own heart was racing, and she couldn't help but sneak glances to see if he was looking at her. However, to her surprise, he kept his back turned towards her.

"It wasn't your fault," She reassured him, standing up and fully clothed. "You can look now, it's okay."

But he still didn't turn to face her. Instead, he headed towards the door. "Goodnight, Jojo," he said before attempting to shut the door. However, he paused when her stomach suddenly growled.

Viola looked down at her stomach and wrapped her arms around herself. Why now? She wondered. Why was she suddenly hungry? Then it hit her - She hadn't been given any food since she arrived and was immediately brought to the club where she consumed alcohol.

"Come with me," he said, and Viola lifted her head to look at him. He was still standing in front of the door, looking as attractive as ever.

She slowly released her lips from her teeth and approached him, feeling awkward. As she got closer, he motioned for her to follow him, leading her to the kitchen. It was a spacious room, and if she weren't wealthy - if her family weren't wealthy -she would have been in awe. But having lived a life of luxury, she was used to such opulence.

"Take a seat, please," he offered.

Viola sat down and rested her chin in her hands, propping her elbows on the table as she watched him with a smile on his face. Was he going to make her a meal? No man had ever cooked for her before. Dusty certainly hadn't done so.

"What would you like to eat?" He inquired, focusing his attention on the expansive refrigerator. He strode over to it and opened the door, crouching to survey its contents. She remained seated, observing as he shut the fridge with a sigh. "Ah. My refrigerator is woefully vacant. Only chilled water and energy beverages remain within."

"It is alright. I can manage until morning."

He shook his head firmly. "No, I refuse to let you retire for the night with an empty stomach. It is already past midnight and I assure you; the night will be a lengthy one. Allow me to craft a light meal for you, considering the late hour."

Viola then let out a soft gasp. "Noodles?"

"Indeed." He strode over to the kitchen counter, while she settled onto a chair to observe his culinary prowess. Every woman desires a man who can cater to her needs and treat her with kindness, and this stranger was fulfilling those expectations effortlessly. His significant other will undoubtedly be blessed. He presented the dish before her, saying, "Here you go, Jojo." The fragrant aroma only encouraged her to consume it with greater haste.

"You have perfected the art of noodle-making." Viola confessed, acknowledging her own inadequacies in the kitchen. Throughout her life, she has been reliant on others to fulfill her needs. Even when she traveled to Italy, she had to employ workers and also resorted to eating out. However, the Linns have a distinctive ability to captivate those around them from the moment they enter a room, which always comes in handy when she makes a mistake.

"Why not give it a try?" He suggested with a smile.

Viola returned the gesture. "Thank you." Taking the first bite, her eyes lit up with delight as she gazed up at him. "My, you are truly skilled. Are you a professional chef?"

He chuckled, taking a seat opposite her. "Not at all. Anyone can make noodles."

Well, definitely not her. However, she refrained from vocalizing those words as she didn't want to appear boastful. As a feminine woman, she was willing to let a man take charge, even though she was soon to inherit a fortune. She continued to eat, feeling his attention on her. When she glanced up, she found herself lost in his captivating gaze.

The unyielding grip of this enchantment compelled her to struggle in vain for release, yet a persistent voice urged her to get closer. Electric sparks flew, undeniable in their intensity. It was as if an invisible string bounded them together. Her hands curled into fists, and then...she snapped. She could take no more. Damn it all! This will surely be a regret.

With determination, Viola pushed aside the now empty plate and leaned towards him. Her hands rested upon his shoulders, and she peered down at him, meeting his shocked gaze. She wanted him to take her, to take it all, yet he remained still, and it drove her mad. Perhaps it's for the best. By tomorrow, she'd have forgotten this- forgotten him.

She sighed in defeat and released her hold, but his firm grasp pulled her back to him, his passionate mouth covering hers.

He kissed her with such wild fervor that she never wanted to let go. Parting her lips, he delved his tongue into her mouth, igniting a fierce heat within her. Then he withdrew, leaving her gazing into two piercing blue eyes.

The moments they were apart felt like an eternity. She swiftly left her spot and darted around the table to meet him on the other side, both of them eager with haste. Back in his embrace, their lips crashed together once again, igniting a desperate hunger within them both. She could hardly catch her breath, yet she clung to him, feeling him move from top to bottom and back again, repeating the process as if claiming her entire mouth for his own.

She was dripping with desire, yearning for him to sweep her up and take her to his bed. To do whatever he pleased with his bewitching hands. To cast more spells upon her.

Just as she imagined, he lifted her up and carried her to the room designated for her. As he lowered her onto the bed, she sat up on her elbows to get a better look at him. But he paid her no mind as he leaned down.

Viola wondered what he had in store. She assumed that sex would be the next step. A seduction, then forgetting this night ever occurred. But he had other plans, for she felt his lips pressing delicate kisses to her thigh, the tickles sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

She experienced a sensation in her clit that she can only describe as ticklish. The intensity of her arousal was beyond words, and she could no longer resist the urge to act upon it.

As his kisses drew nearer, his index finger lifted her t-shirt, and he finally looked up at her. Her heart raced as he gave a slow nod, indicating his intentions. Viola mustered up the courage to shyly smile and give her approval.

His attention returned to her body as he bent his head again. One hand cupped her breast, while the other pushed her gently. As soon as she felt the wetness on her clit, she let out a satisfied gasp. And then it began - the sweet movement of sucking, licking, and teasing. She had no idea it would feel this good.

One hand gripped the bed while the other stayed on his head, pushing him back but also desperately wanting him to stay. Another gasp escaped her lips as his finger slid inside her, sending her into a state of pure bliss. She let him finish, and he pulled her up to her feet.

Standing in the center of the bedroom, he reached for her clothes and began to remove them, his gaze fixated on her rounded breasts. She returned the gesture, and soon they were both standing completely bare. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned in to kiss her once more, this time a quick one.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, and she watched as he disappeared for the cupboard. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she kept her eyes closed the entire time. She didn't want the image of his naked body or what he was doing to stay with her forever. Or did she? She was confused.

Viola heard the cupboard close, and he stood in front of her once again. "Look at me," he commanded.

She fluttered her eyes open slowly, and her gaze fell upon the condom in his hand. His slight grin told her he was the devil himself. She didn't want to be the innocent girl anymore. Tonight, she wanted to be bad. Just for tonight. It's not every day you get to have sex with the devil.

Summoning her courage, Viola boldly stated, "I want to do it. Give it to me." Stretching out her hand, she took the condom from him without hesitation, making sure he watched as she tore open the packet with her teeth.

She observed his lips in motion and was content that she seized control. For this night, she would be etched in his memory as the daring one. Leaning down, her gaze remained fixed on him as she secured the condom onto his member.

When she finished, she guided him to the bed and with a push, positioned him to watch her dominate. With slow nibbles on her lower lip, she straddled him. As his penis penetrated her, she emitted a slow gasp and began to thrust him.

His hands explored every inch of her body as she requested him to spank, choke, and treat her as a bitch. He was skilled.

He altered his stance and placed her on all fours - her back arched and hair pulling as he penetrated her from behind. Like that. Yes. Like that. Yes!

Viola screeched and moaned in pleasure, embracing every moment. She appreciated that he did not view her as fragile - as someone who could break. He changed positions once again, this time making her face him with her legs draped over his shoulders. As he continued to ravage her, she cried out, but her eyes remained fixed on his.

As her grip loosened and her body relaxed, she knew he was close to climax. Once again, she gasped and tightened her walls, causing him to let out a small squeak followed by a sigh of relief. He reached his peak and slowly removed himself from her.

Lying on the bed, not a sound echoed from the vacant rooms surrounding them. No one witnessed the exhilarating encounter they shared.