Edith's POV:
"You're full of surprises, little bird. You don't even know what you're asking for." His dark chuckle made my breath hitched along with my heartbeat. The air between us crackled with tension.
I wasn't one for casual hookups. I wanted a relationship built on mutual trust and respect. But one look at this gorgeous man, and I realized I wanted to bend my own rules just a little bit.
"I do. I want one night with you. Filthy. Dirty. No holds barred sex. That's what we'll do, and tomorrow we'll go our separate ways, and everybody will be happy," I shamelessly spoke, but he eyed me as if he didn't believe a word I had just said.
He tipped my chin up with his knuckles, and the cold metal of his watch against my neck sent a jolt through me. Our gazes met intensely and held like a delicious slow burn.
"You're too sweet-looking. Innocent. I might scare you. Do you understand me, little bird?" He warned, but it only provoked me more to be unraveled by him tonight.
"You're underestimating me?" I threw back teasingly, being utterly confident in front of a man for the first time in my life.
He smirked with dark amusement, but I felt his body tighten every time I spoke. He couldn't hide my effect on him.
"Consider it my last warning. I might sound like a gentleman, but there will be nothing gentle about my fucking. I will take you like a whore, fucking your virgin cunt, and there will be no going back after that. You won't walk away from this building as the pure angel you are right now," he whispered close to my mouth.
My heart pounded as his words settled into my skin, igniting a fire I'd never known before. Was I going to do this?
Common sense told me to walk away right now, but I was sick and tired of being alone.
When was the last time a man looked at me the way he had—like he wanted to bite, lick, and suck every inch of me?
Never.
No man had ever looked at me the way he had. I'd never had someone speak to me so forwardly, let alone make me feel that I was worthy of their attention. Maybe tonight I could finally reveal my deck without being judged.
"You still want me?" His tone was hoarse as his thumb brushed gently across my bottom lip, sending a shiver straight to my core.
The thought of surrendering to him, of letting him see the side of me I'd kept hidden for so long, thrilled me in ways I couldn't fully grasp. There was danger in his promise, a darkness that should have scared me, but instead, it called to something deep within.
"Yes," I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I still want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life."
His smirk deepened, and I could see the shift in his eyes—a predatory glint that sent a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my lips, teasing, taunting, as if waiting for me to take it back, to show any sign of hesitation.
But there was none.
"In my experience, women with sharp tongues usually have soft lips," he murmured before closing the small distance between us, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
It was raw, demanding. I felt myself melting into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded in the midst of the storm he was unleashing within me.
Even though it wasn't my first kiss, I wished it was, as it felt damn good. The taste of his whiskey lingering on mine intensified my greed even more.
He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with mine, and I realized with a jolt that we were still in the middle of the club. The crowd, the lights, the music—it all faded into the background as he wrapped his hand around mine, guiding me with a silent command. Without a word, he led me off the dance floor, weaving through the throngs of people like he was on a mission.
The heat of the moment followed us as we exited the club, entered the lobby, and made our way to the elevator.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confusion creeping in as he pressed the button for the top floor of the elevator.
"To my penthouse," he shortly replied before curling me into him, his mouth crashing against mine once again.
My body felt like liquid in his arms as I let him maneuver me until my back touched the rear wall of the elevator.
Suddenly he paused, his lips hovering inches from mine.
"You're my perfect little whore for tonight," he whispered, his words sending a thrill through me, "but you're also a good girl. So, I'm going to fuck you like you're both."
The duality in his tone, a blend of rough dominance and tender possession, only made my desire burn hotter.
As the elevator door opened, he took my hand to guide me to the penthouse doors. He shoved them open as quickly as he could, dropping his keycard on the entryway table and guiding me through the living room of his suite to the master bedroom.
The room glowed with the soft light of the moon filtering in through the massive sliding glass windows that offered stunning views of the city. He seemed much wealthier than I thought.
"You like the view?" he asked, stepping up behind me as my eyes lit up while I walked near the window.
I nodded, but he turned me around to face him.
"You're in my world now, little bird," he chuckled darkly, his voice low and possessive. "I want all your attention on me because I'm going to consume you. Every single inch of you."
Without another word, he claimed my lips in another kiss. His hands moved with purpose, tracing down my sides, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. Pressing his body against mine, he guided me backward until the backs of my legs pressed against the bed and we both tumbled back into it.
He pulled back just enough to peel off my dress, his eyes never leaving mine as each piece of fabric was discarded, leaving me only in my undergarments. The cool air of the room brushed against my skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body as he undressed me with a mix of reverence and hunger.
When I was finally laid out on the bed, exposed and vulnerable, he stood above me, his gaze sweeping over me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.
As he hovered above me, his lips trailed from my lips to my neck to my chest. "There are a few rules I want you to know before we begin," he said while his tongue caressed my breast over the bra.
"Wh... What is it?" I asked, sounding desperate as his teasing was too much to take.
"You should call me Master while I devour you, little bird. Also, keep your eyes on me the entire time and watch as I ruin you," he commanded.
I nodded as I was too aroused, too captivated to deny any of his rules.
"I want words, whore," he growled, his hand squeezing my breast roughly, forcing a whimper from my lips.
"Ok... Okay, Master," I breathed, feeling both vulnerable and desperately needy.
His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he heard the words leave my mouth. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise sending a rush of heat through me.
My heart pounded in my chest as his hand trailed down my body, his fingers like magic, unhooking my bra and pulling it off in one swift motion. I gulped hard, feeling his hungry and calm gaze over my bosoms, leaving my body on fire.
"You're so fucking beautiful, it's maddening."
My breath became uneven at his compliment, and I tried to cover my breasts, even though I was always confident about my body, but the intensity of his words was too much to bear.
As he unbuttoned and tossed his shirt aside, I took a second to appreciate how gorgeous he was. The way each of his muscles was so perfectly toned it looked like he was sculpted out of stone.
He grinned feeling my gaze on him and wasted no time pinning my wrists above my head. Kissing my lips briefly, he worked his way down. First my chin, then biting gently at my neck, to my chest, and finally stopping when his head was even with my breasts.
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