Chapter 3 One night pleasure

Aliana's POV

His dark eyes looked at me over, I didn't think I regretted my waywardness. Moreover, he wouldn't see me again after tonight and he would just be the face of my one night of pleasure.

"Undress." He ordered, his voice was cold and his eyes even colder. I was probably under a spell because I did exactly as he said my dress went first, I was unsteady on the ground but I made it work.

I giggled as I lifted the dress off my body, I passed it through my neck and he didn't lift a hand to assist me. He pulled me closer as I reached for my bra and his mouth came down on mine, I hated the fact that I felt tingles run down my spine, I still felt like I was cheating on him.

"I thought people didn't kiss during hookups," I muttered, as his lips left mine and found my neck.

"Don't you like it?" He asked instead and I couldn't lie and say I didn't. I couldn't also say his mere lips on my mouth and I was already crying a river down there.

"I love it," I whispered and it seemed like that was all he needed to hear. He picked me up from my ass and planted his face in the crux of my neck nibbling and sucking.

"When I fuvk you I want you to think only of my very black eyes, don't think of your shit boyfriend." He ordered as he dropped me on the big bed, it was ironic that someone so called could cause me so much warmth.

"Fiancée," I corrected unconsciously and his hands landed on my ass making a loud sound. I moaned.

"I said don't speak about him." He repeated and before I could get used to the pleasurable pain his lips found mine again.

He held my hands up against my head, giving him a clear view of my full body. My bra was still on and so was my panty. With the speed of lightning he had my bra tied around both my wrist.

"Now please," I muttered, unaware of the dangerous fantasies he had stored in his calculative brain.

My breast was now out and my legs were entrapped in his heavy body, I lay there wondering what was going to happen next.

I never had sex other than in the conventional way. Roberts, that sly bastard, always played the same music and did the same routine whenever we engaged in coitus. He claimed sex was a spiritual thing and should be taken as such.

This new method of pleasure giving was strange and I anticipated it. With all the bone of contention and desire for revenge.

I let out a sharp breath when his warm mouth found my nipples, I released a moan and bit my lips. I contain most of the pleasure sounds.

"Oh my," I cried as his teeth suckled on the hardened nipple, my mind was wet and I was feeling an ache in my guts. I associated the feeling with pleasure. I wanted him.

"Don't speak." He ordered, unfazed by wriggling and writhing. I tried to be mute as his free hand went to the other breast, pinching and squeezing.

He looked hot as he did those dangerous things to me, I was already close to release and I wanted more, I wanted the final part.

His lips didn't stop there, his hands cradled my breasts as his lips trailed the very tiny very present dusting of blonde hair on my waist down.

He withdrew one of his arms and looked at me, his very very dark eyes carrying dark secrets. "Look at me, don't break a single glare."

I did, biting my lips, before he continued he came forward and kissed me again. I closed my eyes in anticipation, he lay on me as his fingers, one at a time slipped into my wetness. I let out a hushed moan.

I kept my eyes on him, as he worked his magic, he didn't need to remind me to not think of anyone but him because he completely had my attention.

"Do you know my name?" He suddenly asked out of the blue and I wondered what genre of man he was. Two of his fingers were on me and his other hand was on my breast.

I knew for one that the night was going to be imprinted in my head for a long time.

"No, I don't think so," I whispered, and he slipped a third finger into me, I arched in pressure.

"Perfect, if what you're saying is not my name I don't want to hear your voice. Is that clear?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Crystal,"

He knelt across me and forced me to hold his glare. He undid his pants and when he came into full view I swallowed in anticipation. He was large down there and I questioned what and who I had known prior to him.

My hands were over my head and slowly he leaned in and kissed me, with the same slow and steady motion, he slid into me. I was full before he was halfway in and it was a good thing because I wanted more. We became one.

"Oh my," I muttered and he pinched my nips.

"Don't say a word." He said softly as he continuously went in and out, I was livid and full. "Now," he added as we both came together. He collapsed on me and that was how we fell asleep.

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I woke up hours later, it was a little bright outside and if my instincts were correct it was a little past Six AM. I looked to my side and he was fast asleep, my headache from the million of drinks I had last night.

I knew they were still on the lookout for me, or maybe they would charge the bill to the hunk of male that lay next to me.

I remembered all that had happened, the sore feeling within my thighs that sort of felt good, a full ache that served as a reminder of the pleasurable experience that it was.

It was my first time hooking up and I didn't know how to act, I quickly found my panty on the floor and wore it. I picked my dress up and ran my hands through my hair.

I noticed his pants on the ground next to my dress and I saw a wallet head peeping out of it. I didn't need to wake him up, I could just take what I felt he owed and maybe a little extra. Didn't they say he was rich? I knew it wasn't my thought, it was my desperation speaking but I knew I was wearing my dress and reaching for the wallet.

Either way, he was still going to pay me for a night well spent and I would deserve it because I did make it clear that it was a hookup, but why then did I feel weird going through his wallet and seeing the hundred dollar bills.

I did it hurriedly, I pulled out one. That would be for transporting myself, my greed joined force with desperacy and I drew out another hundred dollar bill.

I didn't notice any other thing as I tried to tuck the money into my bra.

"What are you doing?" His voice came from behind him and I turned immediately, already panicking as I stared right back at him. His wallet was in my arm and I had been caught leather handed.

"It's not what it looks like," I muttered as I felt my hand shaking. The Wallet fell down on the floor with a gentle tud on the ground. He looked at it and then back at me. His enigmatic look still plastered on his face.

"Were you going to steal from me?" He asked and the world crashed around me right there and then, I stared at him without speaking.

Oh no!