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Yet, amidst the exhilaration, an unsettling sensation gnaws at me. Across the room, I notice a tall and muscular man who seems fixated on me. His dark, predatory eyes exude an aura of danger that sends a shiver down my spine.
My heart quickens its pace as he approaches, and an uncontrollable smile spreads across my face. With each step he takes, the butterflies in my stomach intensify, a sensation foreign to me until now.
As he comes closer, I feel a wave of warmth wash over me. He's handsome, with chiseled features and piercing eyes that seem to look straight into my soul. The most beautiful man I have ever seen. He wears a dark expensive suit that clings to his body like a second skin. He is lean but muscular. His hair is dark. His eyes are light blue. He is staring at the man with so much venom that it scares me and excites me at the same time. I almost swoon as I look at him. He looks me in the eyes. My heart stops as I meet his unwavering gaze, this is the same man who has been watching me all night.
However, my enchantment is abruptly shattered when the man I am dancing with squeezes my butt. The unwavering gaze dissipates from my mysterious stranger’s face as he swiftly grabs my dance partner by the shoulder and pulls him away from me.
Without a word, my savior wraps his arm around my waist and draws me closer, aligning my back with his chest. He holds me firmly as we sway to the music. The scent of the club is replaced by the alluring aroma of his expensive cologne. I turn my head and inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating blend of raw masculinity, power, and danger that emanates from him. Goosebumps ripple across my skin as his grip tightens. Why am I reacting like this? I have never experienced such sensations before. I rest my head against his broad chest, feeling the warmth radiate through me. He towers over me, a foot taller. I surrender to his lead, moving in sync with him. The music fades into the background, and the crowd becomes a distant murmur. My heart races as he guides my body, asserting his control on the dance floor. Time stands still as we become lost in the moment. Nothing else matters; all that exists is this enigmatic stranger. In his arms, I feel secure and sheltered, and I wish this moment would never end.
Yet, my body seems to have a will of its own. A fiery heat awakens between my legs, and my butt instinctively grind against him. What am I doing? He is a stranger! But I can't resist. I don't want to resist. His hips respond, matching my movements, and I can sense his firmness pressed against my lower back. Is that an erection? Is this gorgeous man truly attracted to me? He spins me around, holding me tenderly as we continue to sway with the music. In this heady trance, I forget everything—my impending marriage in a few days, and that I am a ruthless mobster’s daughter. All that occupies my thoughts is this man between my legs, offering pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies. I yearn for his touch, his caress. I crave the sensation of his warm skin against mine, longing to explore the contours of his naked body. If only...
Then, in a deep voice that sends shivers down my spine, he whispers in my ear, "Do you want to get out of here?"
"Yes," I reply, feeling an overwhelming desire to be anywhere with him. I would go anywhere with him.
He places his arm around my waist, and together, we navigate through the crowd of dancers towards the exit. I catch sight of Martina as we're leaving, and she gives me a reassuring thumbs up. I know she'll cover for me, whatever happens.
As my mysterious companion leads me out of the club and onto the bustling streets of downtown Chicago, a refreshing breeze caresses my skin. He turns to face me, and we come to a stop. My breath catches in my throat. He is even more breathtaking than I had imagined. I let out a gasp.
"Who are you?" he asks, a mischievous smirk forming on the corner of his irresistibly kissable lips.
"Adalina. Who are you?" I manage to utter, my body tingling with heat. I stumble slightly in my heels, and he catches my arm.
"Nikolai," he responds. We resume walking, his hand resting confidently on my lower back, guiding me along the street. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter? I know a bar just a block away. Or..."
I don't want to go to a bar, so I inquire, "Or, what?"
He takes hold of my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. His hand, large and calloused, makes me feel safe and protected, and an undeniable sense of desire rushes through me.
"There's a hotel right across the street. I can book a room if you'd like."
"I would very much like that."
He smiles, his attractiveness making my head spin. I've always fantasized about a one-night stand with a handsome stranger, and now my dream seems to be coming true. Should I mention that I'm a virgin?
There's an undeniable chemistry between us, and I can't help but wonder if he feels it too. It feels like lust at first sight.
His hand reaches up, cupping my cheek, sending delightful shivers down my spine. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel like he's peering deep into my soul—a mix of exhilaration and intimidation.
Suddenly, his face draws closer to mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. I know what's about to happen, but it feels like a dream. Nikolai's lips meet mine in a soft, gentle kiss, igniting a fiery sensation throughout my entire body.
He takes my hand, and together we cross the street, entering the luxurious hotel. Reality hits me as a nagging question surfaces—why isn't he taking me to his place? Is he married? I hadn't seen a ring on his finger.
"Um, Nikolai..."
Nikolai
Seducing a woman is easy for me. I am good looking enough that I don’t even have to kiss a woman to get her warmed up and ready. I can just look at her with my eyes half closed and her panties dampen and hit the floor.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, although I truly couldn't care less. I'm merely attempting to maintain an illusion of chivalry.
"Yes. I just want one night with a man of my choosing. One night for myself. One night of passion and freedom. Can you give me that, Nikolai?"
“Yes, Adalina.”
As I lead Adalina across the street towards the hotel, she hesitates for a moment, uncertainty gleaming in her eyes. I can sense her internal struggle between wanting to stay with me and wanting to leave. I wait patiently, observing her as she takes a deep breath and nods.
No Alfonso tonight. His punishment will have to wait. Fucking his bride will have to serve as his punishment for now. Perhaps if I engage her in conversation about Alfonso, she might reveal something I can use against him.
