Chapter 3 A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

THREE: A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Mia closed her eyes as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Tonight, she was letting everything go-her love for Luca, the memories they'd built, the virginity she'd saved for him, was no longer sacred.

They had kissed, but never crossed that line and now, she was crossing it with a stranger whose name she didn't even know. She was about to give it away. Not out of desire, but defiance.

She had saved it for him-for the man who promised forever.

How she wished she could film this moment with this stranger and let him see how painful it felt to see the raw ache of betrayal.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of fabric tearing, it was her panties.

Mia gasped but said nothing.

Her body trembled. Her heart throbbed with pain, not lust.

She was stark naked, in front of a stranger, and he felt his eyes on her. A warm hiss escaped his lips.

Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms and headed into his bedroom.

"Close your eyes," he said, and she obeyed.

"I want this," Mia whispered, breath hitching.

She felt him leave the bedroom to undress, he came back to her

"Wait..." she whispered faintly, but he paused.

"Say stop, and I will. I need your yes" His voice came low and husky.

She nodded. " Yes...".

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

Her lips quivered, but she nodded. "Yes."

That was all he needed.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently as if handling something fragile.

She felt his absence briefly before he returned, placing something beside her-soft fabric... leather.

A blindfold.

Her breath hitched again.

"Trust me?" he asked.

She hesitated. Everything in her screamed no. But her body... betrayed her. Her voice came out quiet, broken.

"Yes."

He slid the blindfold over her eyes, stealing her sight. She heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed.

Mia felt him join her on the bed and she stiffened a bit, he held both her hands up far above her head as he buried his face in her neck, he was licking her skin off.

Mia suddenly felt relaxed as she succumbed to his touches, she felt him nibble on her collarbone.

A moan slipped her lips.

He tried kisses from her neck down to the middle of her breast and he stopped.

He held both her breasts in his two hands and His lips closed over one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. Pleasure rippled through her, unexpected and intense.

Ocean was already forming beneath her.

Her legs clenched together as heat coiled low in her belly.

She moaned carelessly as her hand tangled his silky hair, her hips acting recklessly as they rotated around arousal.

She nearly lost it, but he stopped, he smirked against her skin.

Then, he pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" She whimpered.

He didn't answer. Instead, He stared down at her body and his eyes darkened, she was perfect, and his brains recoiled he placed a kiss on her belly button and trailed it down, her breath hung in the air as she felt his hot breath over her most intimate spot, her entire body froze.

"What is he doing?

He placed both hands on her breast and tickled it softly for a while, he smirked again and his tongue made contact.

She let out a shrill moan, her fingers curling in the sheets. He licked her with purpose, teasing her clit with slow, maddening strokes. Her gasps turned into moans.

He increased his tongue pace as he circled her clit and teases softly with his teeth, she kept gasping for breath, it was too much for her to take in.

He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking her with it until her world shattered.

She came hard. His mouth did not stop until she was completely undone.

He gave her a naughty peck and lifted his face to her breast, he took it in and played with it for a while, before releasing her to gasp for air, she was almost numb beneath him and was trembling.

He hovered over her and leaned into her ears.

"You taste like sin," he whispered, his voice like velvet laced with fire.

Her breath caught. Her chest heaved. She wanted to say something-anything-but her voice was gone.

Then, softly, "Will you let go with me tonight?"

A shiver ran through her. This was insane. She barely knew him. And yet...

Mia was ashamed yet liberated, her emotions were tangled with betrayal and raw pain.

"Yes," she said again, her voice no longer trembling.

That was all it took for him to flip her over gently, raising her on her knees, Her blindfold remained in place, and he stretched her hand over her head.

His hands caressed her hips, then her ass, before he positioned himself at her entrance.

She stiffened.

"Breathe," he murmured. "Tell me to stop if it's too much

And then he pushed in slowly.

Pain shot through her like fire. She shrieked, and he stopped for a while, trying to allow her to adjust.

He paused immediately.

"I can stop," he said softly.

She bit her lip, swallowing the pain. "No. Just... go slow."

He resumed with slow, deliberate movements. Her body ached, stretched to accommodate him,

but she couldn't adjust, it was too painful, he slowly entered her and he continued the slow pace as blood trickled down her thighs.

She cried loudly, her voice shaking, but he didn't stop, a few more slow paces and he smashed inside her.

Something warm. Something consuming.

Her cries turned from pain to pleasure. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room.

"Fuck" he groaned and hasten his pace, he bent over her and place kisses on her back.

He rode inside her crazily and she screamed at the top of her voice, goosebumps ran crazily over Mia, as she drifted slowly away from pain to pleasure, it was bittersweet, far more than ecstasy she moaned so loud her voice cracked it got reduced to a muffled sound.

Mia, once broken and betrayed, now lost herself in the intensity of sensation. Her body moved with his, drowning new-founded pleasure

. He leaned over, whispering filth and praise in her ear, kissing the sweat on her back.

"I want more," she moaned.

And he gave it to her-relentlessly.

When they finally came together, it was explosive-wild and raw and messy.

Afterward, he loses her blindfold. Her limbs fell limp against him, his release still dripping from between her thighs.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips.

She looked at him-barely able to keep her eyes open. But something had changed inside her.

She had let go of the pain, of Enzo.

"Thank you," she whispered, and her limp weakened against the sheet.

TBC