Chapter 3 A Party To Remember

Helena's POV

"Here we are," the driver said and stopped in front of the condo. The party was already in full swing, people were trooping in and out, and some were talking, drinking, and smoking in groups. Others were leaving, too. I paid the driver and was about to leave when the driver called after me.

"Miss," he said, leaning toward the window. " Don't wander off this island on your own. This is a beautiful place that attracts lots of tourists and yet a place that eats them up when they go hungry. People have been reported missing, mostly tourists who don't abide by the curfew rules." He pointed forward, I followed his finger and saw some cops patrolling the area.

"The island cops try to keep these missing cases off the news just so that the island does not lose its thousands of tourists that troop in all year round. Even the mayor is in on it. You can message me on the cab app to pick you up whenever you want to leave the party. I work overnight, so I will be here if you want. Have fun and stay safe."

The cab driver said and zoomed off.

I suddenly felt terrified, I looked around, and it felt like everybody was watching me despite no one minding.

I clutched my purse, and the cold night breeze hit my face. I hurried into the condo, the door opening to a world of music and laughter.

Bartenders served drinks, and I stood there, deliberating. Should I ask for a drink? Or was it safer to stay sober in this unfamiliar place?

I thought for a moment and then decided to approach the bartenders.

These people seemed like they were familiar with each other, not just some random strangers," I ordered a margarita, drank it, and then went deeper into the condo. The music was loud, and people shouted at each other while having conversations. I finished my drink and put the glass down on a chair.

I suddenly felt that pull again, but it was stronger than the last time.

I started feeling hot, I wasn't sure if it was the drink or the scent doing it, but I wasn't going to let it slip away from me tonight. I must find it.

I stumbled through dancing, sweaty bodies until I collided with a hard chest.

"Shit Sorry," I apologized and tried to move back, but this stranger pulled me back to his chest, and for some reason, I didn't struggle.

I looked up to see hazel eyes watching me.

The man had sandy, wavy brown hair and full lips that suited his sharp jaw.

He was several inches taller than me, even though I was averaging the height of 5'7.

He had on a blue shirt, which was slightly opened at the chest, and a brown rope with an object carved in the shape of a tooth was attached to it.

I quickly recognized it as the same one belonging to the child who had given me my key a few days back.

I didn't realize I had leaned forward to sniff him.

I didn't know why I did it, but his scent was the same as what had been pulling me for days.

I was glad he didn't find it weird because he did the same.

I needed him, and the urge to kiss this stranger overcame me.

Never have I ever felt like this, I wanted to grab him, kiss him, and scream out his name in ecstasy. But I didn't even know his name yet.

I felt his tongue on my neck, and I moaned out, really loud. I was grateful this place was noisy and everyone was immersed in the loud music and surplus drink. I felt extremely hot and horny. "Kiss me," I said.

He pulled me closer to him.

His breath didn't smell like alcohol so he wasn't drunk. I tasted mint as his lips met mine.

I leaned into him and kissed him back. His kisses became urgent, and I wanted more than just kisses, so I started stroking his hair.

He growled and withdrew from the kiss "Not here."

He took my hand, and we moved through the crowds, I held onto him tightly, and my heart was racing.

The driver's warning echoed through my head, but I wasn't frightened. Something about the stranger just felt right.

We got out of the condo, and they walked towards a red Rolls-Royce.

Two men in dark suits and dark sunglasses were waiting by the car, they bowed slightly and opened the door for us.

"You have bodyguards?" I asked the stranger when one of the men got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Which pack are you from?" The stranger asked, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. I felt the power of his grip, but yet he gently held my face and resumed kissing me.

"Hmm, Chicago?" I said and chuckled. If this stranger was kinky and wanted to play some sort of silly games with words before sex, I'm down for it.

"Chicago?" He asked, pulling away.

"Yes," I replied, and I leaned into him. He kissed me, and I ran my hands over his chest. He groaned into my mouth and slid his tongue into it.

He slowly drew away from me. "Why are you scared?" He asked, still holding me. I blinked and stared at him.

"Am I that much of an open book?" I asked and laughed nervously. He didn't reply. He just looked confused. Then he continued kissing me.

The vehicle arrived at a gated estate, we sped past Victorian–styled homes and eventually got to a huge mansion.

The car was parked beside other luxurious vehicles. One of the men in black opened the door, and we stepped out.

"Wow, this is huge. This is your house?" I asked, my eyes widened in astonishment. He held out his hands, and I took it.

His lips traced my forehead, the tip of my nose, and the borders of my lips.

I moaned. He placed his hands over the cups of my breast, and he gently squeezed them.

"Why did you ask if I was scared?" I asked. But he didn't respond. Instead, he lifted me and continued to kiss me.

He walked into the mansion, and I felt him climbing the stairs.

I heard him open a door, and he walked into a room.

He placed me on a bed, and I slightly stood up.

I watched as he walked back to the door to lock it.

My phone rang. It was a notification alert. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from the cab driver.

He had sent a message to remind me that he was available to pick me up. I sighed and checked the time.

It was 1:30 am. I tossed my phone on the desk nearby and watched this stranger walk towards me.

He began to remove his clothes, and he stripped to his boxers.

I watched him hungrily, I sat up and began to unzip my denim gown when he stopped me.

"Don't," He said and came to me. He unzipped my dress and threw it to the floor.

He started caressing and sucking on my breast, I moaned contentedly and fell back on the bed.

He then went lower, removed my pants, and stared at my privates before he took his time licking my clit.

I never knew my body could react the way it did tonight. No man has ever taken his time with me like this.

I wondered how many women he had satisfied like that and a wave of jealousy surged through me. I bit my lips as his tongue went in and out of me.

I was starting to get impatient, "I want you," I said, I moved my hips to match the pace of his tongue inside me. I was extremely wet, and soaking, and I couldn't stand the tease anymore. He removed his boxers and started using his throbbing dick to rub my folds, clearly teasing me.

He kissed me again and whispered "Jason, yours?" He asked. I didn't understand what he meant so I didn't say anything.

"Your name hun?" he asked again as he entered slowly, stopping halfway.

"Helena." I moaned out of breath as he pulled out.

He entered inside me again but this time fully. I let out a scream, he was so big, bigger than I had expected.

As he picked his pace I turned into a moaning mess, "Faster Jason, faster!" I screamed, my words scrambling, nearly sensible enough for him to make out.

"Not tonight hun, I don't want to hurt you," He said and continued with his normal pace.

He bit into the side of my neck and trembled while filling me with his seed.

He started licking where he bit and I felt lightheaded. I eventually fell into a deep slumber.