Chapter 1 #3
He wasted no time entering me. I could see how going slow was affecting him. He could hardly wait, yet he made sure I was able to accommodate him first. When I nodded, he slammed into me and I screamed. Everyone's attention was now on us.
A couple of people had walked to our nook and stood watching intently.
I could barely make out their faces, just their forms—both masculine.
A third soon joined them. A woman. Soon, we were surrounded by masked people, naked bodies, all enjoying the show we gave them.
Touching themselves, moaning and sighing…
Alexander fucked me hard and fast as though if he didn't come soon, the devil would get him and drag him to hell. My legs were now over my head and I felt every inch of him filling me.
A man to my left started to reach out to touch my breast—I could see his hand moving towards me.
Alexander paused, his stony gaze fixed in whatever direction the bloke was standing, making him freeze.
"Touch her and I'll cut your fingers off and feed them to you one by one," he growled.
All I heard was a grunt in response but something in Alexander's eyes had everybody take a step back—clearly including the man as I watched the arm retreat from the periphery of my vision.
"Watch all you want but she's mine. Only mine. "
His claim of possession, of ownership, had me dripping wet. I'd never felt so hot for a man, so much I'd fuck him mindlessly in front of the whole world, without shame. I loved a good dose of kink and freakiness in the bedroom but this man would convince me to go places and lengths I'd never been…
He slammed into me again and paused just a moment so I'd feel his cock pulsing all the way inside, stretching me to the limit. I moaned, then he resumed his relentless, steady rhythm. "Yes! Shit…"
I had the cliff's edge within sight. "Hmm… faster… Alexander. Harder."
"How do you ask? Aoife, say the word." He pulled out just a little bit and waited.
I wanted to murder him because I was on the verge of exploding. Couldn't he see? If he didn't keep fucking me… "Please."
I looked around. Everyone around us seemed to be on edge.
A tall and slender woman, her skin like ebony satin, raised her leg gracefully on a nearby chair and fingered herself hard as she bit on her lip in ecstasy.
I could tell she was just as close as me.
A couple of men pumped furiously on their cocks, brows furrowed and jaws tight in intense concentration.
"God, Alexander… please!"
I turned to him again and looked into his eyes.
"My pleasure," he said. He rammed himself into me, and then picked up the rhythm, only so fast this time it felt like I was being fucked into oblivion by an electric drill.
I met his thrusts with vicious force, chasing that climax as though my life depended on it.
"Ahhhh!" I cried out as my body shuddered uncontrollably and I jumped off the precipice, utterly consumed by the strongest orgasm I'd ever had.
The woman who was fingering herself screamed at the same time, nearly busting my eardrums, and a few heavy groans let me know we'd triggered a wave of climaxes all around.
Seconds later, whilst I still shook from the strength of the waves that had crashed into me, Alexander's body stiffened above me and he released an unholy growl—music to my ears—as he filled me with his cum.
Oh dear, we hadn't used protection and I was grateful for being on the pill, although I didn't know him enough to trust him like that. Still, somehow, I felt safe with this man. My gut sent out this clear message, that I wasn't to worry, and as mad as it may have felt, I listened.
Moments later, we were alone again, in our cocoon.
It seemed like hours passed when, my body deliciously sore, I traced the crescent-shaped scar on his wrist, committing it to memory along with every other detail of our encounter.
"Was it worth it then?" he asked, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Whatever information you were hoping to extract?"
I laughed, genuinely amused by his persistence. "You really think this was about intelligence gathering?"
"Wasn't it?"
I studied his face—the dangerous beauty of him—relaxed yet still vigilant. His hand absently traced patterns on my hip, as if he couldn't stop touching me. The intimacy of the gesture affected me more than I cared to admit.
"Perhaps I simply wanted to fuck the most dangerous man in the room."
"And did you get what you wanted?" His eyes held mine, searching for truths I wouldn't give him.
"That and more." I kissed him one last time, pouring into it all the passion and regret for what could never be. Rising from the chaise, I felt his eyes follow my naked form as I retrieved my gown, the weight of his gaze almost a physical caress.
Around us, the orgy continued unabated, though several participants cast appreciative glances our way, thereby acknowledging the intensity of what they had witnessed between us. We had been the main attraction for hours, after all.
As I dressed, the reality of our situation reasserted itself.
This man—this extraordinary, dangerous man—belonged to a world that rivalled mine.
The chemistry between us was undeniable, but also impossible.
Although people from rival families did get married, my case was different because I would never be a pawn in this game.
Someday, I'd be the one making the moves. I'd be the one people looked up to.
"We won't meet again like this, Alexander Moore," I said from the doorway, memorising his face—the slight softening around his eyes, the fullness of his lips from our kisses.
"Is that so?" His voice held a challenge.
"You know that it can't be." I gestured between us. "Thrilling as it was." I smiled.
"You're assuming I follow rules."
"No." I smiled sadly. "You're assuming I follow those rules. Rather, I make them. We have chosen our paths."
Something dark and forbidding crossed his features. "Until fate decides otherwise, then."
I nodded, unable to trust my voice for just a moment. "Goodbye, Alexander."
Walking away was the only thing to do. Every step felt like moving against a powerful current drawing me back to him.
In another life, Alexander Moore might have been someone I could build something with—a partner worthy of a woman's ambitions and desires.
But in this world, with our loyalties defined by family names, with my position set to be a key chess piece, our paths would cross again either as adversaries or truce-makers.
Still, I would remember this night—not just the pleasure, but the rare connection with someone who matched me in energy and depth. A memory to sustain me through the cold, calculated years ahead as I positioned myself to claim my birthright.
The last thing I saw in my mind's eye when the door closed behind me was Alexander watching me leave. I imagined his expression to be unreadable yet somehow promising that despite my words, despite the impossibility, this would not be our final encounter.
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