Consumed by Desire

Alana's POV

We pushed through the heavy glass doors of the club, leaving the suffocating heat and the pounding bass behind us. The cool night air hit my flushed skin, but it did nothing to sober me up. My head spun in slow, dizzying circles, the alcohol blurring the edges of my vision. I stumbled slightly on my heels, but his hand was a vice around mine, keeping me steady as he led me toward the curb.

Two sleek, black luxury cars idled on the street, their engines purring. I squinted, trying to make out the emblems on the hoods, but the streetlights fractured into hazy stars in my vision. I could tell they were ridiculously expensive, the kind of vehicles that demanded attention. The lead car was massive, an imposing tank of glossy metal and dark tinted windows. A second, slightly smaller car trailed right behind it. I blinked hard, swearing I saw the bulky silhouettes of several guys sitting inside the second vehicle. Bodyguards? Security? Who the hell was this guy?

Honestly, I was way too drunk to care. The reckless, uninhibited fire burning inside my chest drowned out any lingering sense of caution.

A driver in a dark suit materialized, pulling open the heavy rear door of the first car. I climbed inside, the rich scent of new leather enveloping me. He slid in right after me, his large frame taking up most of the space. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us in our own private world. A thick privacy partition was already raised behind the driver's seat. It felt like we were the only two people left on earth.

Before I could even adjust my posture, his large hands clamped down on my waist. He hauled me across the smooth leather seat, pulling me flush against his hard side. The sudden movement made my head swim.

"I haven't seen you around here before," he murmured, leaning in close. "What's your name?"

I could feel the searing heat of his breath dusting across my skin. It sent a frantic shiver racing straight down my spine. He didn't wait for an answer. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, pressing his warm lips against my racing pulse. He kissed a path up to my jaw, then parted his lips and started sucking a sensitive spot on my neck. A heavy, involuntary sigh left my lips. It felt so good I almost forgot he asked me a damn question.

"A... Lana," I lied at the last second, my voice breathless. Well, it wasn't a total lie. Some of my friends actually called me Lana. There was zero chance I was handing my full government name over to a random stranger I picked up at a club, yet a twisted part of my alcohol-soaked brain already trusted him. The irony was suffocating.

"So beautiful," he whispered, lifting his head. His rough fingertips brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear, caressing my flushed cheek.

He just called me beautiful. Score.

We stared at each other in the dim light of the backseat. Our faces hovered mere inches apart. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me tonight. I felt possessed, driven by a raw, unbridled lust I had never experienced before. My gaze dropped from his piercing ocean-blue eyes down to his lips. All I wanted was to taste him again. I leaned forward, closing the tiny gap between us, and captured his lips with mine.

The kiss was intoxicating. He tasted like sin and expensive liquor. I wanted time to freeze right here in the back of this car. As our tongues tangled and fought for dominance, I felt his heavy hands slide down my waist, gripping my bare thighs. He mapped the curves of my legs, his rough palms pushing my dress up higher and higher. His fingers grazed the edge of my panties, slipping underneath the lace.

The car jerked to a sudden halt.

"We're here," the driver announced through the intercom.

"Fuck," he muttered against my mouth, his chest heaving.

The driver stepped out and pulled his door open. He climbed out first, gripping my hand and pulling me out of the backseat with him.

It wasn't until my heels hit the pavement that I realized the sheer scale of the place we just arrived at. Massive stone columns framed a brightly lit entrance. Guests in formal wear milled around the valet stand and the grand lobby. It was a sprawling, high-end hotel.

He didn't let go of my hand. He led me through the grand entrance, weaving us past groups of chatting guests. My head was still spinning, the alcohol making the chandeliers blur into bright streaks of gold. We headed straight for a private corridor away from the main reception. He hit the button for the elevator. Oddly, despite the crowded lobby, no one else followed us into the private lift.

I stepped inside, leaning against the mirrored wall. I could feel the intense, burning weight of his stare on my skin. I went to turn my head, wanting to look at him, but he moved with terrifying speed.

Before I could even blink, he stepped into my space and pinned me hard against the elevator wall. He grabbed both of my wrists in one of his massive hands, dragging them up and pinning them tight above my head against the cold mirror. He crashed his lips down on mine, kissing me with aggressive, bruising force.

His free hand dropped to my waist, tracing upward until he grabbed my breast. He gave my boob a hard, demanding squeeze right through the fabric of my dress. I gasped into his mouth, a loud moan escaping my throat as he kneaded my flesh, his thumb flicking over my hardening nipple.

The elevator chimed. The polished steel doors slid open.

Before I could even open my eyes, the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. He swept me up into his arms, carrying me out of the elevator and down the plush, carpeted hallway. He shoved a keycard into a door, pushed it open, and carried me inside. He didn't even bother turning around to close the door—he just kicked it shut behind us with a loud thud.

"Aren't you supposed to lock that?" I breathed, biting down on my swollen lower lip.

"Does it matter?" He smirked, the dark hunger in his eyes making my stomach flip. He carried me over to the massive king-sized bed and dropped me onto the mattress. The moment my back hit the sheets, he reached up and grabbed the hem of his crisp white shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. He tossed it onto the floor.

My goodness.

I laid there staring at his torso. Deep, chiseled V-lines pointed straight down to the waistband of his pants. His abs were sculpted like marble, his skin glowing in the dim light of the hotel room.

"Are you drooling?" he asked, a cocky grin spreading across his face as his fingertips brushed my lower lip.

Was I? Probably. His body was breathtaking.

"Don't worry, you'll have your chance to touch," he murmured, crawling onto the bed. He hovered over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the ceiling. His imposing size made me feel small, but the raw sexual tension radiating off him was intoxicating.

"So are you going to take this off... or you'd like me to help you?" he asked, his dark gaze dropping to my dress.

I just bit my finger, my brain short-circuiting as I stared at his chest. I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

"No answer," he growled.

He crashed his lips down on mine again, his hands roaming wildly over my body. He grabbed the fabric of my dress, tearing it right off my body. I gasped in shock as the expensive material ripped, leaving me exposed in seconds. How the hell did he just do that?

My shock vanished the second his mouth left my lips. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline. He sucked on my collarbone, leaving a stinging mark, before trailing his mouth straight down to the center of my chest.

His large hand slid around my back, popping the clasp of my bra. He grabbed the strap and tore it right off my shoulders. He chucked the scrap of lace across the room, letting it land wherever his shirt was. Then, he stopped moving.

He hovered over me, his gaze locked on my bare breasts. The silence stretched. The heat rushed to my cheeks, turning my face bright red. He wasn't saying anything, and a tiny flicker of doubt sparked in my drunk brain. Did he like them?

"So perfect," he finally rasped, a ragged edge to his voice.

He reached out and grabbed my left breast, his thumb rolling over the peak. At the exact same time, he lowered his head and took my right nipple into his mouth.

He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. I clamped my mouth shut, trying my hardest to hold back my noises, but it was useless. It felt way too good. I arched my back off the mattress, shoving my chest deeper into his mouth. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until he suddenly clamped his teeth down, biting my nipple.

"Aah," I moaned loudly, my hands tangling in the bedsheets. He flicked his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the sting, while his large hand mercilessly squeezed my other breast. He switched sides, sucking my left nipple with the same ravenous hunger.

His hips ground down against mine. I felt the thick, hard length of his raging erection pressing heavily into my bare stomach through his pants. My face flushed hotter.

"Mmm..." I moaned, biting my lower lip to keep from screaming.

His lips didn't leave my skin. He kissed a wet trail down my stomach, heading lower and lower. His hands grabbed the thin waistband of my panties. With one harsh, aggressive pull, he ripped the fabric right off my hips, tearing the seams apart. He threw the ruined panties onto the floor.

My eyes went wide. I just bought those! The sheer audacity of this man. I propped myself up on my elbows, opening my mouth to yell at him, but the words died in my throat.

His fingers brushed against my soaked clitoral area.

I collapsed backward onto the pillows, letting out a muffled, desperate moan. My spine melted into the mattress. I couldn't move a single muscle. The heat radiating between my legs was unbearable.

"Look at you," he murmured, staring down between my legs. That arrogant, cocky smirk was back on his face, making him look dangerously hot. "You're already wet for me... so wet."

He lifted his hand, locking his dark eyes on mine, and sucked his own glistening fingers into his mouth.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Without thinking, I squeezed my thighs together, a wave of intense embarrassment washing over me.

"No, no, no, baby girl," he scolded softly, his rough hands gripping my bare knees. "You're supposed to leave them open for me."

He grinned, forcing my knees apart and spreading my legs much wider than they were before. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and leaned forward, pressing soft, teasing kisses along my inner thighs.

He kissed his way up, getting closer and closer to my aching pussy. But right when I thought his mouth was going to touch my clitoral area, he pulled back.

What the fuck. This guy was actually teasing me.

He did it again. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over my dripping pussy, and then he retreated. He looked up at me, that mischievous grin plastered on his handsome face. My body was humming, strung tight with unbridled lust. I couldn't take the deprivation anymore.

"Please..." I gasped, my chest heaving.

I swore I heard a dark, amused chuckle rumble in his chest.

"I'm sorry..." he smirked, the words dripping with fake innocence. I knew damn well he was playing me. "I didn't get that."

"Please..." I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I want your tongue."

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with shame. The raw filth of the words felt heavy on my tongue, but the unbearable ache pulsing between my legs demanded it.

"I want your mouth on my clitoral area."

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, hoping the darkness would shield me from the sheer embarrassment of begging a stranger for oral sex.

"I thought you'd never ask."

His strong hands gripped my thighs, hauling my hips all the way to the edge of the mattress. He buried his face between my legs, his mouth finally claiming my clitoral area.

He sucked gently at first. A jolt of pure electricity shot up my spine. My hands flew down, my fingers tangling in his thick, jet-black hair. I tugged hard on the strands, my toes curling into the bedsheets. God, this felt amazing.

He deepened the assault. I felt the hot, wet tip of his tongue flicking over my clitoris, faster and faster. Then, he pulled back slightly, tracing wet, agonizingly slow circles all around my swollen pussy. My hips bucked off the mattress. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for more.

Suddenly, the wet heat of his mouth vanished. He stopped.

Before I could even open my eyes to complain, I felt the blunt pressure of his fingers. He shoved two thick fingers deep inside my pussy.

"Mmmm," I cried out, my head thrashing on the pillow. I never wanted this feeling to end. He began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of my slick, tight pussy. At the exact same time, his mouth returned, his tongue flicking relentlessly over my sensitive clitoral area. The dual stimulation was maddening.

"Aaah!"

I clamped my wet pussy tight around his thrusting fingers. Oh my goodness. The overwhelming satisfaction tearing through my body was nothing I had ever experienced before. This blew any attempt at pleasuring myself right out of the water.

He suddenly yanked his fingers out of my pussy and pulled his mouth away, a dark snicker leaving his lips.

"This is just the beginning, baby doll; more is yet to come," he smirked, his eyes dark with lust.

What the hell did that mean? If this was only the beginning, I was going to die of a heart attack before it ended. I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could make a sound, he dove right back in. His mouth clamped down hard on my clitoral area, sucking with ravenous, filthy hunger.

This guy was making me lose my goddamn mind.

"Fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I squirmed wildly beneath him, my hips thrashing against his face. He pumped his wet fingers in and out of my pussy with brutal, punishing speed, matching the relentless flicking of his tongue. The tension coiled tight in my stomach, snapping like a frayed wire. A paralyzing, earth-shattering orgasm ripped through my body. My vision went white. My legs trembled wildly, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of explosive pleasure wrecked me.

I laid there gasping for air, my entire body feeling paralyzed. I couldn't move a muscle.

He finally stopped. He pulled his fingers out, wiping my slick juices off his mouth with the back of his hand. He crawled up the length of my body, his heavy frame hovering over me.

"I love it when you squirm like that," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy growl.

He pressed soft, lingering kisses against my bare tummy, his lips trailing up my skin until he reached my breast. He gave my right boob a gentle, possessive squeeze.

"Mmmm," I hummed, my eyelids fluttering shut.

"I also love it when you make those noises," he whispered, his hot breath ghosting right against my ear.

He shifted his weight, crushing his lips against mine in a desperate, passionate kiss. I couldn't think about anything else right now. The alcohol, the stranger, the club—everything faded into the background. The only thing dominating my mind was the burning need to return the favor.

I kissed him back with the same feral hunger. I lifted my hands, framing his handsome face in my palms, our tongues colliding and battling inside his mouth.

He was so focused on devouring my mouth that he didn't see it coming.

Using the last surge of adrenaline pumping through my veins, I gripped his shoulders. When he was fully distracted by the kiss, I suddenly rolled over, using my momentum to shove him backward.

He hit the mattress with a soft thud. I straddled his hips, physically pinning his heavy body beneath mine.

He pulled back from the kiss, his broad chest heaving. Pure, unfiltered shock flashed across his face, but a wicked gleam of approval quickly replaced it. He definitely liked being pinned down.

I looked down at his handsome face, a surge of fierce, dominant power coursing through my veins.

"Okay, handsome, you had your fun..." I chuckled, trailing a finger down the center of his chest. "...now it's my turn."