Chapter 6 One Night Stand

• Kira
• The water in the shower is as cold as the fucking north pole. I scream, finding myself completely naked. What the...?
• There is someone else in the shower with me. My dull mind can't figure out who it is, but my body likes this new stranger. Even though I'm dressed as I came into the world, he remains stoic and also has all his clothes on. I pout.
• It really can't get any worse tonight. The guy who wanted me was a bloody rapist and now the one who's made me horny again, is not interested.
• I sigh.
• Patrick
• I've undressed her and put her under the shower. Not so much to counteract the effects of the drug mixed with alcohol, by vomiting she's purged herself quite a bit of both. I'm giving her a bath to get rid of that guy's foul stench and of the smell of stale vomit.
• After kicking that guy's face, I called the police and handed him over to them. When conducting the search, they seized a bag with at least five Rohypnol pills and a pound of cocaine.
• The agents were happy, apparently the subject match the description of a serial rapist, suspected of having committed three of those crimes in the last six months.
• Good. That worked out wonders. Now the problem is…the tigress in heat that I have in my hands.
• She has tried to seduce me in every possible way. She's begged, threatened and even cried. Her immature behavior I attributed to the effects of the drug.
• I wraped her in a towel and pulled her out from under the shower.
• At least kiss me, please. I don't even know who you are but I like you, I like you a lot. - she whimpers.
• I smile. I can't do anything else. The girl is really daring and now that I have seen her naked I know
• she has the type of body I like.
• Hmmm, it would be easy, very very easy fucking her now. She’s offered to me more than fifty times in the last hour. Surely she won't remember a thing tomorrow, and I could justify my actions in the fact that it isn't considered rape if those involved are willing to have sex and it's done by mutual agreement.
• The problem with that reasoning is that she is more incoherent than not. It's a real shame. She's aroused my interest tonight but it's impossible for me to do something about it, my honor doesn't allow me to give her the wild fuck
• she asks so much.
• I sigh. She has settled into her bed and fell asleep. Drool runs down her chin, she's even snoring.
• Tomorrow will be another day, wench, we'll see if when you wake up you will be saved
• from the intentions I have with you…
• Kira
• I wake up slowly, opening my eyes and closing them again, a couple of times. I'm groggy, my head is spinning,
• and my eyelids feel heavy. I should get up, today is Monday and I have to go to work. I release a grunt. I haven' t the slightest desire to get out of bed. I roll onto my side and continue sleeping peacefully.
• I open my eyes again and I'm already a little savvy. I stare at the familiar walls of my room, frowning. I don't remember how I got home last night.
• The events that I do remember, run through my mind as if it were a macabre movie. The first cocktail, the stinky guy, the second cocktail, the discomfort... I gulp... the near rape, the vomiting and... Patrick?
• I laugh like I am a little girl. Was he there or was I hallucinating?
• Good morning, little girl.
• I close my eyes, gasping. That voice... Oh, for Aphrodite's thongs! That voice is going to bring me to a fucking orgasm!
• I see you feel better now. I brought you a coffee, drink it while it's hot.
• What tha....?
• Sitting up in bed, I see him. I’ve been left stunned. He’s here. Pa... Patrick Amíntoros is here! He is sitting in a chair facing my bed. All dressed in perfect black, Theos, he's so fucking beautiful. My breathing quickens, I clench my legs under the duvet, my lower belly burns.
• Patrick faces me with a panty twisting expression on his face. His eyes become slits and smiles raising the corner of his lips. He knows what's happening to me right now and he's enjoying it.
• Drink your coffee, girl. I want you wide awake and coherent.- he purrs. Theos, I'm going to come just by hearing him speak and look at him. - Drink your coffee and then... I’ll give you exactly what you want.
• I groan in anticipation, turning to the nightstand and taking the coffee cup in my hands. I take a sip and the tip of my tongue gets scalded. I squeal, pushing the steaming coffee away for my mouth.
• Slow down, little girl. I'm not going anywhere. There's no rush.
• Oh, but there is… I need to finish this quickly, lest he change his mind. I frown.
• How did you get into my house, Patrick? - I ask
• You opened the door with the key , you had it in your bag (and you invited me to come in, I couldn't do it otherwise)
• How did you find me?- I blow on the coffee.
• I was on the same disco as you when I saw that guy drug your drink.
• So that was it! I knew two small cocktails couldn't have got me so drunk.
• I finish drinking, setting the empty cup on the table,
• turning to look at Patrick as I cheekily lick my lips. I'm aware that I´m naked under the thin white sheet. I allow the sheet to drop down a bit making my areolas visible.
• How did you get me here?- I ask. - The last thing I remember is that we were in Mykonos.
• I brought you home on my boss's jet. The journey took ten minutes.
• Oh. - I slowly spread my legs, caressing the duvet with the soles of my feet. Looking into his eyes.
• How do you know what I want? - I whisper challenging him, without taking my gaze from his.
• He leaves the chair, climbing on my bed. Oh for Aphrodite's thongs, what a man!
• I know exactly what you want... because last night… you begued for it until you were almost hoarse.
• His body heat is impressive. He gets into my personal space, looking into my eyes while moving closer to my mouth. He moves forwards temting me with tha promess of his kiss, parting his sensual lips but moving them away in the last minute, leaving me unhappy.
• And this morning your body screams exactly the same as your mouth did last night. You want me, wench. You want me so much that I suspect you will come as soon
• as I sneak between your legs.- He hisses against my mouth.
• He´s absolutely right. I'm so turned on that I could come without him even kissing me.
• This is just no-strings-attached sex. I don't want anything serious. Do you understand Mr. Amíntoros? - I ask in a strangled whisper. His hot lips have come to rest on my bare shoulder.
• Perfect. - He murmurs against my skin. His hand grabs the back of my neck while he kisses me, covering my body with his and squeezing me against the mattress.