She tries to free herself from his hold but he holds her still, taking in the scent of her and her warmth. She stood frozen in place, her ears could not be lying, that voice... it had to be...
"Tristan." she whispers, her breaths coming out in pants.
What was he doing here?
Burying his head in the crook of her neck he hums a reply, the sound flowing into her body. It was rough and deep and for a second she was lost in everything that he was.
But then she remembered like a bad memory, he had a fiance and he was probably just using her to while away time.
Using all the strength that her tipsy self could muster, she breaks away from him, turning around to face him with a glare.
"What are you doing here?". she snaps, taking in his attire. He seemed to look even more sexy, he had not put on his suit jacket, his white shirt only emphasized the wideness of his chest and his suit pants the slimness for his waist, the dark seemed to make his neon eyes glow more and it looked at her with lust and determination.
"I should be asking you that Jasmine.... what are you doing in my club." he had let the little information slip so that she would be well aware that she could not avoid him in this place, he owned it and he would find her.
It made sense to her now, the stranger who gave them a seat in the VIP Lounge... it was him. Cold suddenly washed over her bones when she realised that she had been in his club,dancing in such a sexual way... the thought of him watching her made her happy and scared at the same time.
"I came here to celebrate, in a few minutes it would be my birthday." she replies deviantly, folding her hand under her chest and drawing his attention to her fair chest.
"You didn't think to invite me?." he questions unable to keep his hands from her, he backs her up further into the wall, pinning her to the wall with his body, his hands finding their way to her face.
She stays frozen, her drunken mind going crazy with the feel of him, she could feel his member on her lower belly, and she didn't need to look to know it was huge, and it seemed to twitch the more he touched her. She became aroused from the thought of him having his way with her. She wondered if he would be gentle or if he would rut into her like an animal in heat.
She squeezes her thighs together, hoping to stop the throbbing between them but it doesn't seem fruitful, it only make her want to seek more friction.
He could see the lust in her eyes, but he knew that she would be too stubborn to let him have her, he had to seduce her, change her mind about him. But it seemed that with everything he did she ran away. He knew her birthday was in a few hours which is why he had followed her, when she turns twenty she won't be too young for him anymore and he could finally have her, and to his luck she had walked right into his palms.
He couldn't get enough of seeing her, even now as she stood infront of him, her lips parted, the only thing he could think of was making her moan his name again. His thumb traces her bottom lips taking in the softness of the pink flesh.... he wanted her and badly too.
Taken unawares by the placement of his thumb, she tries her best to not let him know that his touches were making her horny.
"Mr Natch, this is unprofessional especially for you.... you have a fiance." she snaps slapping his hands away from her body in a fake rage but real disappointment.
He looks at her with a face of someone who could not be bothered.
"She is not my fiance." he replies.
"That is not what she said." she replies throwing him a glare and walking away from him.
She felt proud of herself, she had walked away from a temptation and now all she had to do was to find a way to stop her flower from throbbing.
Looking at the time on his wrist watch, he sees that he has just a few minutes before it's her birthday, he turns around and stalks towards her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.
She screams for help but nobody bats an eye.... no one had the balls to stand against him.
He takes her to his office, using the private way to prevent people from seeing her and posting it on the internet, he promised himself to take it slow with her when it came to the public and he would try his best to protect her from the masses eyes and mean words.
She was furious, how dare he pick her up like she was but a bag of rice, like she weighed nothing, and nothing she did seemed to affect him, she banged on his back with her fist, she had bitten him ,pinched him and still, he did not put her down... it was like he was made of bricks.
She wondered where her friend was and why she didn't help her, but knowing Lisa, she probably cheered for this cave man.
He enters his office, giving a sign to his guards not to let anyone in. He locks the door, walks over to his chair, sets her down and takes a seat, but before she can move or say anything, she finds herself straddling him, her flower dangerously close to his hard cock.
She was shocked for a minute, but she soon recovers, hitting his chest and calling him a cheat and a kidnapper and other words that come to her mind.
He took her hits, smiling at her cute behaviour, she was jealous and it made him happy. Catching her hands in one of his, his holds the other one in his hands making sure she looked at him when he told her that, that woman was not his wife.
"Seriously?" she questions calming down and trying to be reasonable. She had to stop acting on impulse.
"As serious as heart attack.... I don't have any fianc-." before he could finish his sentence however, he is stopped by her lips on his, the same second the clock hits twelve o'clock