Chapter 2 A One Night Stand

Zara's pov

He didn’t waste another second.

With one smooth motion, he scooped me up into his arms bridal-style, as if I weighed nothing. His hot breath fanned across my cheek as he carried me out of the club, my body pressed tightly against his hard chest. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and my pulse raced wildly.

He set me down just long enough to open the door of his sleek black car, then slid me into the passenger seat. The moment he climbed in beside me, his large, warm hand landed possessively on my bare thigh, fingers gripping just tight enough to make me gasp. The simple touch sent a rush of wetness between my legs.

Gosh… Just his hand on my thigh had me throbbing.

I bit my lip hard, my breathing already uneven as the heat between my thighs grew slick and dangerous. He drove fast, one hand on the wheel, the other slowly stroking higher up my thigh, teasing the edge of my dress but never quite giving me what I craved.

We reached a luxury hotel just minutes away. The second the door to the suite clicked shut behind us, he slammed me against the wall with raw hunger. His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising, demanding kiss that stole every ounce of breath from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips, the sound deep and filthy.

My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I pulled him closer. One of his hands slid roughly between my thighs, cupping my soaked pussy through my panties while the other wrapped firmly around my throat, holding me in place. His palm was hot, dominant, and unyielding.

He broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting at my sensitive skin. His warm breath made me shiver as he growled against my throat,

“Tell me to stop, Mi cariño… tell me you don’t want this.”

It wasn’t a request,It was a warning. But stopping was the last thing I wanted.

I cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at me. His eyes were dark with raw lust, almost feral.

“Take me already,” I begged, my voice shameless and desperate.

“I need you inside me.”

With a low, seductive sound, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me even harder, claiming my mouth like I already belonged to him. His belt hit the floor with a click , followed by his pants.

Oh God.

His cock sprang free thick, veiny, and rock-hard, the head already glistening. He looked perfect,Powerful and Intimidating.

I dropped to my knees instantly, eager and eyes full of hunger, wrapping my fingers around his heavy length.

I felt him throb and grow even harder in my grip. I looked up at him through my lashes as I ran my tongue slowly around the swollen tip, tasting him. Then I took him deeper, sliding my lips down his thick shaft, sucking him with wet, eager strokes.

“Fuck…” he groaned, head falling back, one hand fisting my hair.

He let me worship him for a moment before he roughly pulled me up, spun me around, and shoved me forward over the edge of the bed. My dress was yanked up to my waist, panties shoved aside. Two thick fingers plunged into my dripping pussy without warning.

“So fucking wet for me, Mi cariño,” he growled, voice rough with approval.

“This pretty little pussy is soaked.”

I gasped as he removed his fingers and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock.

In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me wide open. My mouth fell open in a silent cry, fingers clawing at the sheets.

He didn’t go slow.

He fucked me hard and deep, each brutal thrust slamming into me, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. The sound of wet skin meeting skin filled the room.

“You like that, Cariño?” he growled behind me, one hand gripping my hip while the other reached around to rub my swollen clit.

“I want to hear you scream.”

“Fuck… fuck me harder, Daddy… please!” I moaned, completely lost in the pleasure.

A dark, satisfied chuckle left his lips. “That’s my good girl,Then take it.. because you fucking earned it.”

He tightened his grip and pounded into me mercilessly, faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. My moans turned into broken cries as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. He fucked me relentlessly until my legs shook and I cummed hard around his cock, trembling violently beneath him as waves of intense orgasm crashed through my body.

When I finally opened my eyes, the other side of the bed was cold and empty.

He was gone.

I lay there for a moment, body deliciously sore, thighs sticky with our mixed release. I didn’t regret it, not even a little.

It was just one wild, and filthy night, nothing more. I hadn’t even asked for his name.

I quickly reached for my phone and saw a text from Talia.

Hey Zee, where are you? I want you at my place this weekend. I want to introduce you to my dad. Be there at 3, no excuses

I sighed, stood up, quickly dressed, and left the hotel.

The Reid family mansion was breathtaking grand, luxurious, and intimidating. Before I could take it all in, Talia came rushing toward me with a bright smile and grabbed my hand.

“There you are!” she squealed excitedly. “Come on, come meet my dad. He’s been waiting to meet my best friend!”

She giggled and dragged me through the house. My steps faltered the moment I saw him.

It was him.

The same man who had just bent me over and fucked me senseless hours ago.

He stood in the living room, casually speaking to a maid, his voice still carrying that deep, commanding tone. He looked even sexier in the daylight.

He looked tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a black shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of toned chest and a light dusting of dark hair.

My breath caught,fresh heat suddenly flooded between my thighs as memories of him thrusting into me flashed through my mind.

Before I could turn and run, he looked up. His dark eyes landed on me, and recognition hit instantly.

A shock flickered across his face for a split second, then slowly melted into that same dangerous, knowing smirk, the one that had made me spread my legs for him so easily the night before.

No. No, no, no… this can’t be happening.

Talia, completely oblivious, pulled me closer with a joyful laugh.

“Finally, Dad! This is Zara, my best friend.”

My eyes widened in horror as the word slipped from my lips in a stunned whisper.

“Dad…?”