Chapter 2

• Rebecca
• I took hastened steps toward the hallway leading to the restroom. The hallway was dimly lit, with flashing lights that helped me locate the door.
• The moment I got inside the restroom, I locked the door behind me and rushed to the singe tap mounted above a small, white porcelain sink.
• That blonde guy— Aaron. He had to attend to the organizers himself ‘cause there was no way on earth I would. I grabbed my handkerchief and sneezed into it.
• Fucking hell.
• This wasn't exactly what I expected. Definitely not how I planned this exploration. I stood in front of the tap without opening it. I raised my head to the wall-mounted mirror hanging above the sink and my reflection hit me.
• I was on the mask and the red lipstick was still on my lips. It took me a lot of effort to get the perfect lip for the night.
• I wasn't very comfortable in my dress but I needed to stay calm about that. Attending a party like this needed utmost composure and looking sexy was an icing on the cake.
• I really wished this was a normal party where I could get drunk, kiss a random stranger, dance with him all night, and run back home without getting caught.
• Unfortunately, I had to pose like I was someone else and now my night is already scripted on how it should go.
• I checked my phone and it was 9:38 pm already.
• "Holy shit," I blurted. I removed my phone from airplane mode and saw I had five new texts.
• SAM: Don't come home late, Sweetie.
• Amelia: Text me when you get there.
• Amelia: It's been two hours, please tell me you're safe.
• Amelia: Are you there? I'm worried. Call me as soon as you see this
• Amelia: Rebecca stop. Just come back already.
• "Oh shit."
• I should have texted her the moment I got here but I was carried away watching those strippers.
• I figured I'd be able to call her later on and even show her around on a video call but I didn't know shit would turn out like this.
• I contemplated responding to the texts but that would only make her angry and ask me to return home.
• Wait. I needed her to know I was okay too so I texted her back.
• Me: Having fun, sorry. I'll be home soon…
• I sent the text and waited for it to get delivered. When it did, I took a deep breath. I slid the phone back into my purse and contemplated staying.
• If I stay, I'll have to explain to the fucking organizers who I barely know a thing about why I'm opting out from the dance.
• And if I leave? Someone might notice me and create a fucking scene.
• I scoffed at how confusing my situation was when the door squeaked open and a guy walked in. He looked dangerously powerful and his trimmed stubble added to his rugged appearance. He was dressed in a silky shirt tucked fiercely in his chinos.
• He looked older, like someone who could be ten years older than me but he looked so hot that I couldn't help but notice his features. I swallowed hard and tried to act like I didn't notice him but it was obvious he was heading in my direction.
• He walked closer to me and closed the gap between us. "Camilla, this is business."
• I tried not to react to him but it’s almost impossible. I’m practically floating in the cloud of power he’s exuding.
• He pressed his finger under my chin and pulled me in close. He glared at me for a heartbeat, and I got nervous that he was telling a difference.
• I swallowed hard and stepped back but he still took a step closer till he was right in my face.
• Shit—he’s more handsome than any man I’ve ever seen. His sharp jawline, straight nose, grey eyes and…
• He held my neck and I tried to move back but I was now leaning on the wall. "I can…"
• "Why are you being stubborn?" He asked and I noticed how his brows arched in irritation.
• "I— I'm not in the mood," I managed to stutter. I needed to keep up the act to get away from here. My hands were itching to run my fingers over him to know what he feels like but I can’t. This man is trouble.
• "So are you in the mood for this?I wondered what he was asking but he kissed me before I had the chance to respond and his hands reached for my neck. If there was an urge to fight before, it disappeared the moment his lips consumed mine.
• "Hmm," I moaned into his mouth.
• How could I be so stupid? Everything became insignificant the moment he kissed me. I felt his tongue on mine and the way he sucked my lips made me want to succumb.
• This is completely unlike me. I’ve never had a reaction like this to a man in my life.
• He had this rush and I could feel the burning sensation. I kept moaning and he pressed himself closer to me. I leaned up against the wall, my heart racing. This stranger—he placed his palm flat against the wall behind me, tilting his head as he caged me with his big, warm body.
• I felt it. He was rock hard and his erection felt so big and damn sexy.
• "This is what you get for being irrational," he said his hands reaching for my dress and sliding it up.
• He pushed my dress to the side and shoved out his length. I gasped the moment his hands gripped my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head.
• My brain was getting ahead of me... making me gasp at the images it was creating in my head.
• I swallowed hard but whatever he had on him was working on me ‘cause I didn't care about anything else but having him.
• He pushed his knee between mine to edge my legs open. His hands gently rubbed my entrance and I felt it twitch. I was aroused and his fingers were just a way of preparing me for what was coming.
• Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilted my head to expose my neck. "Now you're going to be punished for this."
• His erection pressed hard against my entrance without penetrating and I gasped for breath. There was absolutely nothing I wanted more than to end this torture. His erection was pressing against my stomach and there was no doubt—he’s really fucking hard.
• And big.
• He nudged his waist forward and positioned me in a way that had his erection right at my entrance. The pulse between my thigh was driving me crazy.
• "You belong to me, Camilla." It was stern, like a reminder, and— my mouth parted the moment I felt him move inside me. He pushed inside me in one large thrust that nearly had me crumbling against the wall.
• “Plea...” I whispered, tilting my hips forward.
• I felt his hot breath on me and his thrust became slow, sensational, and intense. It felt like he was trying to prove a point by being so sexy.
• He licked my neck while fitting inside me and turned me to the wall so my butt was facing him. My body has never felt so seen, so touched, so attended to.
• "You feel so tight," he proclaimed and continued stroking me so hard.
• It felt so good, I exhaled a soft gasp. "Ourghh."
• "You don't take decisions like this on your own," he said and I just remained there with my mouth slightly opened and his size fitted inside me.
• Just when I was feeling too comfortable moaning, he grabbed my hair and I felt a sharp pain. His hands smoothed my butt before a loud slap followed. I have never been spanked and it felt so surreal.
• He held my waist so I could follow the rhythm with which he was sliding inside me. He dragged my hair back and I growled in pain while feeling intense pleasure.
• He was rough and I loved the way he held me. He slowly slid in and out and yanked my arm so I could face him again.
• This is already more intense than anything that’s ever happened to me. The combination of wildfire pleasure and the tinging pain was threatening to explode.
• I gasped when he pinned me to the wall. "I love it when you're in pain," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Come to my place tonight and I'll make you mine you all night."
• It made a lot of sense. This man is a fucking sadist but he is so good that I don't mind getting spanked. I thought of it— all the pleasure I could get from him and my mouth slightly parted.
• "I can't," I responded still kissing him.
• He had this very addictive taste, something like a mixture of vodka and gin but there was some kind of strawberry flavor right on his tongue and I couldn't get over it.
• My pussy is tingling, with a need for him to fuck me over and over again until I can no longer move.
• His hardened look made him seem like the bad guy in every movie. Pretty much exciting but the fun fact is that he isn't my age gap.
• He has the look of a young man who knows his shit, The villain who gets whoever he wants and whenever he wants them.
• "Why not?" He asked and moved his hands into my pants. "I could do this to you till you say yes."
• "Ourghhhhh," I moaned softly. His fingers began rubbing my entrance and I could feel the moist gather on his fingers.
• "Shit."
• "What do you say now?" He asked and licked off my moist from his hands. "You," he completed. "You know I hate it when you disobey me."
• I bit my lip trying to contain the emotion that was clouding me. I want to be dominated, to be taken under his lead but I’m an imposter.
• "I—" I moaned and touched him. Needing to feel him and what he’s made of, I reached for his hard-on and gently caressed the tip while kissing him.
• He kissed me back like he couldn't get enough…and a fresh wave of wetness saturated my panties. It felt like a part of me just got unleashed and I needed to let her out.
• "Ourgh," he growled as I stroked his hard on. "You never reject me," he said and I stroked him harder.
• "I'm sorry, I can't. My sister is going to be home soon and I—"
• Realization hit me that moment and I took my hands off him.
• He paused. "Wait, what?"
• He took one step back like he just realized too. "You're not Camilla."