Chapter 4 TALIA

After a while, there was no sign of him letting go. His kisses became even more brutal and forceful.

My back hit the balcony railing. My white dress bunched around my waist as my legs wrapped around his firm, narrow hips. He shamelessly thrust his swollen core into my entrance.

I couldn't believe I was humping a complete stranger on a balcony, and at a charity event.

The only thing separating us from those people was a wall and a closed door. If someone were to open that door, my reputation would be ruined. But at a time like this, I cared less about my reputation. All that mattered was my passion, and my desire to touch this sexy man more.

“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered between kisses.

He didn’t slow down at all. His lips slid down to the crook of my neck and sucked gently.

It felt so good. The core between my legs was soaked. I moaned loudly as he sucked on my skin and left love marks on my neck. My fingers danced through his thick strands of hair. He had incredibly soft hair. My fingers occasionally massaged his scalp, giving him even more stimulation.

I couldn’t stop.

I wanted more.

My core was glowing hot. I rubbed his shaft, teasing him. He moaned sexily into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby.”

His moans made me want to rub against him even more, making his core even more engorged. He pressed against my entrance with pleasure.

“I assume you want me as much as I want you.”

My vision blurred, and my head spun with desire.

It had been so long since I’d gotten laid that I couldn’t remember exactly when it was.

I hadn’t been with a man in a long time. All those silly arranged marriages had made me feel less inclined to spend the night with someone. Especially since I lived with my mom. It prevented me from having a one-night stand with someone. It felt so strange to imagine my mom catching me in bed with a guy. Even if we did it in a hotel, it would still be weird for me because she would definitely find out.

But maybe that wasn’t the real reason. The reason I hadn’t gotten laid was because no man had been hot enough to drive me this crazy before.

“Go to my place? Or if yours is closer, we could—”

“Your place is fine,” I cut him off quickly.

“Good choice.”

I felt lost as he pulled away from me. My lips were so swollen, and I licked the remnants of his saliva off them.

Sweet.

His hair was messed up by my fingers, and his lips were smeared with my lipstick.

“Sorry, I ruined your look.”

He brushed his lips with his thumb, and my knees went weak.

He could even turn me on with just a simple gesture like brushing his lips with his thumb.

“Sorry, if you don’t mind…”

I gestured toward his messy hair.

He nodded slowly in agreement.

I stepped forward and stood on my tiptoes to smooth out the mess my fingers had made.

The scent of his perfume penetrated my nostrils. He smelled delicious. It was a refreshing blend of citrus, pine, and mint. His scent was addictive.

His arms wrapped possessively around my hips as I ran my fingers through his hair. The heat from his body radiated through me, bathing me in a warm glow.

"Done. At least you don't look like you've been screwed."

“Honestly, I like that. It’ll tell all the women I’m unavailable tonight.”

I was sure he was a true player. A man as hot as him couldn’t possibly be celibate unless he had some sort of sexual dysfunction. But after what we’d done just moments ago, I doubted he had any such issues. In reality, he was a powerful stallion. The greatest I’d ever met.

“You look so mature. Mind if I ask your age?”

He took my hand as he led me out onto the balcony. The envious gazes of the women followed our steps as we crossed the ballroom. I couldn’t help the pride that crept into my heart as the men who had previously ignored me stared at me with gaping mouths. The man who was holding my hand clearly had a very striking power, and was able to make the men feel intimidated.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. At least, to me.”

“Too old. I’m guessing you’re not thirty yet.”

“Twenty-eight in three days. Am I too young for you?”

“Depends on how you look at it. Not at all to me.”

He went silent and didn’t mention his age at all. I didn’t understand why he seemed reluctant to tell me. I wasn’t going to judge anything. I was just curious. But if my guess was correct, he couldn’t be more than forty. He had the aura of a mature, experienced man. He knew exactly what he wanted. He knew how to make a woman feel hot and special.

“That’s my car.”

A black limousine approached. A heavily armed man got out of the front passenger seat and opened the door for us.

I hesitated for a moment.

The man had a scary-looking crew. His driver was probably not much different from the man who opened the door for us. The black pistols at his waist looked very dangerous. They weren't the hunting pistols I often saw in my father's office. They were pistols for killing people.

"What's wrong, Talia? You seem hesitant."

"Your crew have pistols?"

"Yes. Are you afraid?"

"A little."

"Juno wouldn't hurt you unless you were a dangerous criminal. Are you a criminal?"

"No. I'm a hotel receptionist."

"Then you don't need to be afraid. He won't hurt you."

I nodded slowly and stepped into his luxurious limousine. The seats were upholstered in luxurious, ultra-soft leather. The interior was luxurious, dominated by soft browns. I'd never been in a luxury car before. Liliane's car seats weren't that luxurious. His was far above Liliane's standards of luxury. So, I could say that tonight, Lady Luck was on my side. I'd caught a huge catch. A man I wouldn't let go of to be with Caleb.

This man had to be my husband.