Chapter 3 The Devil's Temptation

Athena's pov

The night seemed to stretch on longer than I had expected but at least I wasn't alone. Mr sexy stranger led me upstairs, to a different part of the club and in my drunken state, I almost thought I was getting kidnapped.

We got to a room with less people in it. Something like a VIP area and we settled into one of the chairs separately from the others.

I pouted. “So you come here more often? Because you seem to know this place like the back of your hand.” I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. Something about his eyes made me wonder if he had past lives because he was definitely fine as hell.

He chuckled slowly, he watched me with the same intensity. “Well, I won't lie, I do. More like I own the place.” He smirked.

I looked around, taking mental pictures of the place while asking myself if I should believe him or not.

“Do you want anything? Or you've had just enough to hold in?”

I nodded slowly. “I have had more than enough for tonight actually. I'm good.” He adjusted himself to focus on me properly.

“Tell me. What is a girl like you doing in place like this? Boy problems or daddy issues?” He held my chin and lifted it to meet his face.

God, there was something about those blue eyes that I couldn't shake off and it thrilled me to the core. I wanted to explore the thought behind it so badly.

“Boy problems I guess with a little mix of daddy issues.” My eyes came to a temporary shutdown as he leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck.

Shit.

I felt myself dripping through my panties. What was happening to me? I was either horny as hell or whatever was in that drink wasn't good for my body at all.

“Mhm, care to share with me? At least for the fact that you've mentioned it, I'm intrigued to know the rest.” As he spoke, he worked his way to my body. He drew closer to me, bridging the only space we had left.

I let out a soft moan when he traced his finger on my thighs, making me blush so hard. Dylan had never touched me like this, nor have I craved him the way I craved this stranger.

“I….I saw my boyfriend proposing to my best friend with a ring that he had bought with the money that I had stolen for him.” My voice cracked as I stammered.

Every word that reached my throat came to a halt when Mr sexy stranger traced his fingers on my panties. Thankfully for how dark the room was, no one could see how I was getting tortured by this man.

A snicker escaped his lips as he deepened his touch, lifting my skirt slightly to my waist. “You gave your boyfriend some money and he bought a ring with it and proposed to your best friend? That's some serious twist, darling. And you came here crying your eyes out about it, huh?”

I nodded, barely able to shake him off. “Ye….yesss.” He reached for my panties and saw how soaked I already was.

“You're even wet for me while mourning the loss of your boy toy. Naughty girl, I see.” His husky voice was registered like my second conscience, judging my thoughts.

I managed to hold on to his long coat. Gosh, he was so tall and muscular, I could barely get my hands to feel all around him at once. He lowered his face to meet mine, my nose brushed against each and we were inches away from burning each other.

He whispered in my ear. “How about I make it up to you?” Those words rang instantly across the lines of something I had heard before.

Dylan. He had promised to make it up to me after his celebration with his team. That piece of shit.

“Mhm…you don't want that?” Mr stranger sang in my ears as he worshipped my body in ways I had never thought of before. I was on the verge of letting myself loose for him but I held myself back.

“I'm scared…” I gasped, lowering my head to the floor, avoiding his gaze as I released myself from him. “What if this all comes back to me? What if my boyfriend was playing a trick on me?”

He paused to observe me. He seemed more careful than I had thought. “Are you scared of taking back what belongs to you? Or you like being cheated on by a boy?” the tone in his voice had switched to something dark.

I blinked. “What? I don't—”

“If you at least feel one tiny bit of pity for yourself and you really hate what happened to you, then let me show you what real revenge feels like.” He inched closer again, closing the gap between us.

My inside burned against his touch. I bit my lips, trying to hold myself back from giving into the very thing that could destroy me later.

“Don't hold back, darling. Let me show you how to take it away from him and watch him fall on his knees, begging you to come back to him.” He brushed his thumb against my lips, causing me to let out a moan.

“Just don't hold back, let me in.” He whispered it like it was a prayer. My arms fell to the sides as I let him wrap himself around me, filling my nose with his scent.

How can a man smell so heavenly and still look like he was an angel dropped on earth?

“Take me…” I breathed, barely holding on the little bit of self-control I had left. “Take me and break me too.” That moment his lips crashed against mine, my body burned like it had never done before.

He buried his neck and whispered. “By the time we are done, he won't forgive himself for letting you go.”