Chapter 14
The Club
~~Aria~~
What am I doing with my hand down the pants of the man I’ve sworn to detest for the rest of my days on this earth? I’m betraying my sister and my nephew, aren’t I? Or maybe it’s all part of a subconscious plot to reel this guy in, then dump him like he dumped my sister and Noah.
Yeah, that’s what it is. Part of my path to ultimate revenge. I’ll give this dickhead the best sex he’s ever had, then I’ll leave him wanting more, which he’ll never get.
It’s a devious plan and requires the cooperation of my own sexual desires, but phase one will be easy. I don’t have to deny myself anything until phase two.
But in a club?
I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but no one will really see us. I mean they can probably tell what’s going on if they’re watching, but this crowd doesn’t care. Everyone in the place is in various stages of undress and/or seduction.
I ignore that little voice warning me that I might end up the one who’s wanting more. Fucking Drakos may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m beyond logic and reason at this point.
My short skirt makes getting underneath it convenient. I remove my hand from his pants and wriggle out of my panties. I hold them up to show Drakos before shoving them in my purse.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Always.” He winks with a cocky smirk.
“Why am I not surprised?” According to my sister, the only reason she got pregnant is because it broke.
He pulls one from his wallet and carefully tears it open.
I take it from his hand, push his jeans and underwear down.
It’s so dark I can’t see his dick, but I can feel the length and breadth.
I don’t recall ever having a guy this big, and I’m aroused all the more.
“Ride me,” Drakos whispers in my ear. His voice is deep and gravelly.
Feeling very naughty and bold, I straddle him. He holds my waist and positions himself at my opening before he thrusts into me multiple times until he’s buried to the hilt. I throw back my head and shriek from the pure pleasure of having this large cock inside me.
Drakos removes my polo shirt, pulls down my bra, and catches a nipple in his mouth.
He’s every bit as talented as I knew he would be.
As we thrust together, he manages to suck one nipple, then the other.
He drives me to the point of no return. We’re gyrating with an uninhibited frenzy to the beat of the wild music.
He drives harder into me, and I give it right back.
I take everything he dishes out with uncontrolled abandon.
He feels so good inside me. Drakos thrusts a few more times before burying himself deep.
He’s coming, and I’m right there with him.
Our bodies spiral into uncontrollable orgasms before we collapse in each other’s arms. I cling to him for a long time until sanity returns.
Only then do I realize what we’ve done—what I’ve done with the man who’s supposed to be my mortal enemy. The man I want to ruin. The man who’s callously walked away from his responsibilities.
Even worse, I did it in a club surrounded by a crowd of people. I lift my head from his shoulder and glance around. No one can see us for which I’m grateful.
I scramble off his lap and redress myself, except for the panties. I don’t take them from my purse. Drakos zips up his pants before grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. I let him lead me from the club.
Once we’re on the sidewalk and able to talk, we stare awkwardly at each other. There are really no words for what just happened.
“I don’t usually do anything like that.”
“Like what?”
“In a club, where anyone can see us.”
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” He grins a perfectly evil grin, and I can’t stop my own smile.
“It was the best fun.” I can’t lie. The sex was epic.
“I don’t regret a moment.”
“Me neither.” I’m surprised I don’t have regrets, but I don’t.
I’d do it again given the chance, but that cannot happen.
Once is pure fun, twice is asking for trouble, and three times establishes a pattern I will not establish.
He’s bad news. My sister knew that, and I know that.
Yet I’m still glad we did it. Now I understand what Anna saw in this guy. It’s crystal clear and purely physical.
But I can’t forget what he’s done to Noah.
“But that doesn’t mean we’re friends. I still despise you.
” For my own purposes, I have to say these things.
He grins, and I grin back. We’re not acting like people who hate each other, but we’re still basking in the glow of an incredible orgasm.
Tomorrow our dislike of each other will return full force.
“Same here. I only have one question, and I think I deserve an honest answer.”
“You don’t deserve anything.”
“Therein lies the problem. Why don’t I deserve a response from you?”
“Why should you?”
“Because I haven’t done anything to inspire such loathing. There has to be a reason beyond you picking me because my lifestyle gives you lots of stuff to write about.”
“Why? Isn’t that good enough?”
“No, there’re plenty of other guys on this team who can provide more scandals.”
“But they’re not in a leadership role.”
This answer appears to mollify him—for now.
He doesn’t know his lifestyle and leadership position aren’t the driving forces behind my negative opinion of him. He’ll probably never know, as long as I keep my distance from this point forward. Anything else would be reckless and dangerous.
We arrive back at the hotel and take the elevator to our separate floors. He gets off first and pauses in the doorway.
“Wanna come to my room for a nightcap?”
I laugh. “Good try but not happening. I may not regret this time, but I will regret the next, which is why there won’t be one.”
He raises his head in a show of defiance and grins in that infuriatingly superior way he has, as though he knows better than I.
“We aren’t done. You can’t resist this.” He points at his crotch, exits the elevator, then darts back inside, gives me a quick kiss, and backs out.
The arrogance of that man.
I embrace my irritation and allow myself to fume. Back on familiar ground, I’m ready to escape to my room and contemplate what the hell is going on between us and how to squelch my growing interest in him.
“Good night,” I say as the door swishes shut. The last thing I see is the knowing smirk on his face.