Chapter 5 Champagne And Sins

• Eloise’s pov
• The neon lights flashed across the soaked, busy streets, and dusk had fallen quicker than usual. I stood by the window, overlooking how people ran to find shelter from the sudden downpour.
• The soft music of the bar echoes from a distance, a reminder of where I had chosen to spend my evening.
• “Miss, your order.” The waiter hauls me out of my thoughts.
• “Thank you.”
• As I sipped on my fifth glass of champagne for the evening, my mind spiraled back to three days ago.
• The fight with Lesley, my husband’s sister. I was never the person to begin an argument, but she'd called me barren. Erin, my so-called husband, sat and watched without a word.
• Three years of a stupid marriage I never asked to be part of. At only twenty, my father had sold me to the leader of a cartel. Erin Stark. The fattest human I had ever laid eyes on. He was old, with broken brown teeth, and very ugly.
• I promised never to have his child, so I took the after pills often, and now, after three years, I'm being mocked in the Casa Nostra. Not like I cared.
• Tonight I had decided to have fun, to forget my worries — the main reason I was on a weekend vacation outside the city. One of the advantages of being a Don’s wife was the cash and luxurious life, which flowed nonstop, so I lived in it.
• As I scanned the room, my gaze caught a man walking into the bar. And d*mn, he is fine.
• This stranger caught my attention without even doing too much. Tall, handsome, and arrogant. His aura gave him off.
• “Exactly what I need,” I murmur as I gulp my drink in one go.
• He and his team walk straight past me to the enclosed room beside my table. I catch a whiff of his perfume, and it gets my legs trembling.
• “Bastardo!” a voice snapped. Thirty minutes after they arrived, I turned to see them leaving — well, except for my crush. He and some other men stood by the door, arguing in Spanish.
• “I need a drink,” he roared, walking past me to the bar downstairs, which I follow immediately. From a distance, I watch him order a bottle as he gulps it straight from the bottle.
• “Whatever’s got you drinking that much must be serious,” my voice echoes.
• He pauses, stares at me from head to toe. Well, I was covered in a long brown coat, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun without makeup. So much for coming to a bar.
• “You are beautiful, but I'm not interested,” he spat.
• He was the rude type. Seeing him up close now, he looked far more dangerous than I imagined. Tattoos on his exposed skin, with long brown hair that covered his forehead.
• I was already visualizing how huge his c*ck would be. F*ck! That's if he falls for my charm.
• “What? Not your type?” I slurred. Maybe it was the liquor, but I was daring tonight. Well, f*ck it, I'm on vacation.
• He locked eyes with me now, his cold blue ones searing into mine. I swallowed hard.
• After a moment without a word, he handed me the bottle. I smiled, but I grabbed it. After a few gulps, he spoke.
• “I haven't f*ck*d in two months.” In the coldest tone ever. My breath seized, too stunned to speak, and I looked away blushing.
• “That must be frustrating.” I finally spoke, “Very.” He nods.
• “What would I do to have you open your coat? I want to see what's beneath.” He let out. Daring, and it got to me.
• “You s*ck p*ssy?”
• He growled low, then drank from his bottle again, and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the bar.
• “Ahhhh! Hmm… oh please yes… yes! Just like that, oh, f*ck!” My lips trembled as my moans escaped me, with my back against the cold wall, with both my legs hanging on a stranger's shoulder as he skillfully s*ck*d on my p*ssy.
• He had pulled me out through the back entrance, and we moved towards a deserted alley, where he asked me to take off my coat.
• “Oh God,” he whispered when I dropped the coat. Tonight I wanted to go all the way, so I dressed up in a s*xy see-through, thigh-length gown with no bra and only a thong. You could see everything.
• “I haven't had a good f*ck in three years,” I told him.
• “Well, let's change that.”
• After stripping me down, he'd gone down on his knees and now worshiped me between.
• I lost control when he plunged his fingers inside me, while his tongue worked magic on my cl*t; messy sounds of him lapping on my juices, mixed with my moans, filled the once quiet area.
• A hot, burning orgasm ripped through me minutes after Mr. Stranger s*ck*d and licked me dry, like the sweetest meal he'd ever tasted. I was a mess as he moved up, tugging some messy hair away from my face. My legs wrapped around his waist now.
• “I'm going to f*ck you raw,” he whispers and then thrusts into me, unexpectedly, “Ohh. I gasp in pain and pleasure. He was big, too big. I knew my tight hole would never remain the same.
• He stilled, sharp breaths escaping his lungs.
• “I want you to call me Ace when I f*ck you… understand?”
• “Yes... Ace.” I whimpered.
• “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he orders, squeezing my bare *ss. I did as told, and then he moved nice and slow.
• Out here in another country, in an empty alley, with my back against a wall while this handsome stranger fucks me behind a bar. What beats this?
• “Oh, f*ck… yes, Ace, f*ck me just like that.” I cried as he went faster now; the sounds of our slapping flesh echoed into the still night.
• “D*mn…this p*ssy,” he groaned, pounding harder, “I want you to come for Ace… C*m on this c*ck, honey.”
• There it was, at his command, I came tumbling down the high mountain he had driven me to.
• By the time I settled from my trembling orgasm, two blue orbs watched me without blinking.
• “You are coming back with me to the ship.”