How did I end up here? Alcohol. Yes. It was entirely your fault.
" D-don't stop please"
Geez, I can't even recognize my voice right now. This is not me. Or is this the real me?
"Sheezz more"
I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning.
"What do you want Milady?" He teased, enjoying the misery I get from his expert hands.
"You know it better than me. Goodness come on" I winced in pleasure. Yet, I was slowly getting mad at him for constantly stopping.
And every time I do, he only chuckles as if he is glad to have such power over me.
"You are bossy Milady, but I like it. It turns me on" he said huskily.
"Let me feel it, I needed to be sure," I said breathily and moved my hands in between his thighs.
"C*cktease" he moaned as I traced his manh**d with my fingers.
Yes, indeed he was so big and hard as steel. My hands were shaking as I tried to wrap them whole with my fingers.
But before I could even do it, Pierre inserted another finger in my area and started moving it lewdly making me moan.
Again, how did I end up in bed with this man? Having his two skilled fingers inside me, while his erected manh**d just inches away from my hand?
Well, I remembered going inside my room.
I was confused or just drunk? Maybe the latter.
I know it. I am surely drunk since I am having naughty thoughts about my supposed to be older brother since he is Cian's brother. So technically making him, my older brother. But that was not the problem.
I have this urge to feel him. That man named Pierre who suddenly cast a spell on me. And he needed to ease this.
A knock on the door startled me and I fall to the floor as the person went inside.
My eyes widened. It was the temptation. I immediately close my eyes and covered my face but my eyes are traitors.
I saw him kneel, leveling himself to mine yet he was so tall that I was still looking up at him, then he gently remove my hands.
"Hey, I might stay the night here. Let me know if you need something"
It was inaudible. I can't comprehend what he said, all I want was his lips. It was as if I was I am not myself at all and all I wanted was to taste this man to be able to regain myself back.
I started removing my dress which caught him off guard for a while but then he was able to keep his stern yet sexy face.
"I need you," I said breathily putting away my pest of a dress leaving my undergarments on. Then slowly, he holds my chin and looked directly into my eyes.
"You will regret it, Justine. You will regret having this impulsive decision" He said full of caution in the tone of his voice. His eyes emitted a staggering look as he tried to convey the thought of every word he said. He means it.
It was my turn to disagree. This isn't on impulse. I needed him. And it is bad enough that my ego was tainted for not having any reaction to me naked.
Out of rebellion, I proved a point. A drastic move that God knows where I earned such confidence to do. But like how lightning strikes, I was quick to let him taste his own medicine, without even considering the consequences.
Yes, the world is dangerous especially the people who are in it.
Because of my weight and the sudden act, he falls unto his back, with my lips firmly on his and my hands fixed on his broad shoulders. He was taken aback. And I, for a moment, wanted to regret everything.
His skin was divine. It was different, the kind of different that'll make you lose your sanity. I pressed my body against his hard chest, to feel more of him. My hands were already touching him, his arms, his neck, his hair, his face. I can't stop anymore.
Drowned by the ecstasy I am feeling, I moved my lips, seeking a response and giving in to my curiosity. His lips were tight, closed, and still, as if he knew what I was planning to do. It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle.
But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions.
I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.
"Scary wasn't it?" I asked him. Taunting his patience, not knowing I am leading myself in the dungeon.
He managed a wry lazy smile, full of danger and arrogance.
"Unbelievable, do you think this is just a joke you can easily pull off? Justine Elle, you just crossed the f*cking line and I'm no martyr. I don't do mercy," He said with eyes void of any merciful expression.
I thought he was gonna turn away from me, but it didn't happen. Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed.
There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me.
Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind.
I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.
He threw me relentlessly on my bed and was thankful it was soft enough not to injure my back. He started getting rid of his White Armani suit. His eyes were visibly full of fire and desire. His movements were collected but fast. There is no stopping him, that is what he wanted to convey on his coal-black eyes.
"Are you scared now, Milady?" He asked, with a voice so raspy and cold. His bare chest was already flashed before my sight. It was sculpted perfectly. I noticed his scars, which didn't even matter because it made him sexier and more dangerous.
Funny because I am not trembling of fear, instead I was trembling in anticipation, my hands are aching to touch him. To trace the contour of his chiseled chest, and to just feel its hardness. To know if it is indeed a perfect mix.
"Just undress Pierre," I said and he did as told.
I never know what a live show would be like but Pierre made my expectations high as the ceiling.
Inch by inch, his moves send tingling sensations into my whole system, disrupting its normal function. Just by looking at his muscles flexing is already an unbearable tease. Then finally, he got rid of the last piece that was covering him. And the surprise is an understatement.
I felt my cheeks burning as the tension between us, was building up so drastically. The room was filled with quite heavy breathing, anticipated moves, making each one want to ravish the other.
Then without much ado, he crashed his lips unto mine. Not slowing down, punishing, and harsh. His tongue expertly slid in, tasting every corner of my mouth. Yet it was just the beginning of it all. I heard a sound as if something was wrecked, which indicates the rough ripping of the only garment I am wearing.
And instantly, I, in my glorious birthday suit was exposed to his eyes and I was not ashamed at all. Because finally, Pierre gave me that reaction.
"You are breathtaking," he said and his big hands find their way down on my mountains, cupping it, dragging in a swift fiery motion. I arched my body because of this newly discovered sensation. And he was giving me more. More to this wondrous act.
Then I ran my fingers to his chest, and yes, it was what I expected, hard and firm. My hands immediately touch him with excitement, while he, on the other hand, continued giving me hot breathy kisses. Then he moved to suck my neck and his other hand went down, finding its way down to my core.
I instantly bit my lips because of the sudden pleasure, but his expert hands were doing their work properly, I couldn't help but moan in such unbearable pleasure.
Oh goodness, does such elated rapture exist?
Then I felt his hardness poking on my belly, steel-hard and ready. I trembled like a child, he was so enormous. But he was not yet satisfied with just giving me punishing kisses and rough massage, he wants to unveil to me how dangerous he is, and what kind of decision I have gotten myself into.
"Prepare yourself, Justine Elle, this is your punishment for being this naughty"
My breathing hitched as he sucked the side of my jaw while continuing to rub my bud faster and faster. It was heaven and hell at the same time. Then I felt something so new, so different within me as his pace was becoming rougher and faster. I am starting to pant heavily, feeling ethereal and weak by his doing. Felt like crushing into a rainbow of emotions.
And that was exactly why we are here right now. At this very moment, It was surely the alcohol. Tequila? Or was it something else?
Nevertheless, Pierre is doing me good. And I needed to somehow return the favor.
I reached for his cock and finally wrapped my hand on it. It was so big that I don't even know what to do to it. But hearing how Pierre moaned just by my mere touch is irking me to do more. To pleasure him more. I need to at least try and work some magic.
On instinct, I move my hands up and down. Slowly, as if feeling the fullness of Pierre's c**k on my hand, letting him feel the friction between my hand and his c**k as I rub him at a teasing pace. And I was doing it for a while until he suddenly groaned, a white cream emerging on the tip of his hard shaft.
"Why are you so good at this Justine Elle?" He asked, there was madness in his husky voice yet too consumed with pleasure to even hear the answer.
I was satisfied yet I want to see Pierre's other reaction to me, I placed my other hand on his balls squeezing it lightly, while I rub him faster this time.
"D*mn it Justine Elle, you'll make me..." then he moaned in pleasure as I placed my fingers on the tip of his sh*ft, spreading the white cream coming out from its head, using it as lube to make what I was doing easier.
He groaned was again and also increased his pace.
"Pierre!" I moaned his name, letting him know I am so close too.
Then before I could even bounce back, he removed his hands in my area and get rid of both my hands on his c*CK as I felt the familiar hardness now on my entrance.
"You are mine"
Then without being gentle at all, he took me. I cried in pain. Biting his shoulders while digging my nails into his back.
I screamed in my head.
I didn't mind how he was harshly marking me anywhere in my body a while ago. But this one is so hard to even ignore. It was excruciating. It was like there was a block of ice dropping on my whole body. And I woke up from my sanity.
What also caught me was he stiffened too. His c*ck was throbbing inside me yet I can feel that he is angry again.
"Shit, you are a virgin!" He groaned in frustration.
It was more of a statement. It was like, he was back to his normal rational mind. Angry for allowing this to happen, and to indulge in this forbidden venture.
Double pain. All I just want to do now is bury myself six feet below the ground. Yet I am a hypocrite if I stop him because I still can't get enough to this thing.
This kind of thing.