Chapter 2 Please take me

Elina POV

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

He froze. His brow arched, eyes narrowing slightly as if he wasn't sure he heard me right.

A long, charged silence stretched between us, the crash of waves filling it.

I felt my face flush, but not from embarrassment. I wasn't sorry. I was so sick of people acting like they knew what was good for me.

Like I was some fragile thing that needed to be handled with care. Screw that. I'm going to be wild tonight.

"I'm serious," I whispered, my voice unsteady, but my eyes holding his. "I want to do it. With you."

For a moment, he didn't move. His gaze locked on mine, something sharp and unreadable flickering in those storm-gray eyes. Like he was weighing something dangerous in his head.

"You don't even know my name." Then, his voice dropped, lower and rougher than before. "If you would, you wouldn't dare to, ma bella."

"I don't care," I whispered, surprising myself with how true it felt. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to think. I just... I want to forget. Tonight."

His jaw tightened. A muscle ticked in his cheek as he dragged a hand through his silky hair, his gaze still pinned to mine.

"You're not scared, are you?" I smirked, my voice a little unsteady, a little slurred - but fierce.

His jaw flexed, and something in his expression darkened.

"Careful, little girl," he muttered, voice low, dangerous. "You don't want to start something you can't handle."

it wasn't a warning.

It was a challenge.

And hell, I was too heartbroken, too drunk, and too furious at the world to back down from anything tonight.

"Who says I can't handle you, old man?" I murmured, the words slipping out with a confidence I didn't feel but refused to let go of.

For a heartbeat, something flickered in his gaze. Interest. Amusement. Hunger. Maybe all three.

The corners of his mouth lifted in the faintest, most dangerous smile I'd ever seen, and my stomach did something stupid.

"You've got a dangerous mouth," he said, voice low and rough, sending a shiver through me as he leaned so close that our lips touched. "You're tempting a devil you can't tame, chiquita."

"I'm not afraid," I breathed against his lips.

His low chuckle was pure sin. "You should be."

His fingers traced my throat, lingering like a promise. "I'm not some soft-handed boy who'll kiss you pretty and leave you wanting. I'm a man, stronger than you, older than you."

"The kind of man who'll fuck you like an animal... raw, ruthless, and so deep you'll feel me every time you breathe."

Oh god.

His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "I'll have you spread, begging, dripping for me, until you forget every boy you've ever known. I'll own this body, this mouth, that sweet little cunt - and I won't stop until you're ruined for anyone else."

I tipped my chin up and met his gaze dead-on. "I'm not some porcelain doll you have to be gentle with," I whispered. "If you're going to break me, do it right. Fuck me like the man you are."

And just like that - something in him snapped.

His expression darkened, his eyes gleaming like a wolf finally given permission to bite.

And then - God, then he moved.

His hand shot out, rough fingers curling around the back of my neck, pulling me into him as his mouth crashed against mine. It wasn't a kiss. It was a claim. A punishment. A spark in dry brush.

I gasped into it, but it only gave him more.

His tongue slid against mine, hot, demanding, devouring every broken, angry, reckless part of me. My hands tangled in the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric like I could anchor myself there, like if I let go, I'd drown.

His other hand slid down, tracing the curve of my hip, fingers splaying across my waist before tugging me flush against him. I could feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans, pressing into my stomach, and it sent a fresh, wild thrill through me.

He kissed like a man who didn't ask, didn't hesitate. Like he was going to taste every inch of my mouth, every shattered piece of my heart, and swallow it down whole.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard, our lips wet and swollen, his eyes stormy and black.

"Fuck," he rasped, his forehead pressing against mine for half a second. "You're trouble."

I gave him a crooked, breathless smile. "Takes one to know one."

His thumb brushed over my lower lip, gaze flicking down to my mouth like he was already imagining what else I could do with it.

"Let's get out of here," he muttered, "I'll take you somewhere else."

I didn't remember how we got to the resort.

Somewhere between his hand claiming mine and the roar of his engine on the road, the world blurred into heat and darkness and the pounding rush of blood in my ears. The private beachfront resort was a blur of soft lights and distant music, but all I saw was him.

His hand was at the small of my back, possessive, guiding me through the door of the room like he already owned me. And maybe for tonight, he did.

The second the door shut behind us, we were on each other.

His mouth crushed against mine, rough and unrelenting, fingers tangling in my hair as I clawed at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel skin, heat, something real.

The low growl rumbling from his chest vibrated the space between us as he backed me toward the bed.

I didn't hesitate. I didn't think. I wanted to forget. I wanted to ruin myself with him.

Clothes fell away in a frantic, reckless mess, my dress slipping down my body, his hands everywhere - hard and rough, tracing my curves, claiming my skin like he had every right. And God, maybe tonight he did.

The backs of my knees hit the bed, and he pushed me down, following me with a look in his eyes that made my stomach flip and my thighs clench.

He was naked. Unashamed. Unrushed.

Just there-his body carved in angles and heat and everything I wasn't supposed to want this badly. His body was way too perfect.

"You sure you want to do this, baby girl?" he rasped, voice dark and low like gravel over silk.

"Yes, Daddy. Please take me."

The word hung in the air like a dirty little tease.

His tethers of patience snapped.

"What did you just say?"