Chapter 2
Piper
Sleeping with the one man I should stay away from was definitely not part of tonight’s plans.
Especially Hunter Wardgrave, of all men.
Losing my virginity to him is another level of madness.
But if I’m going to sell my life tomorrow, I might as well destroy what’s left of me tonight.
The kiss deepens as his hand slips beneath my short dress, squeezing my arse as he groans roughly into my mouth.
“You shouldn’t be here, red,” he growls, biting my lower lip as I rake my fingers through his perfectly put together hair.
“And you definitely shouldn’t let me fuck you. What you should do is—” He rumbles darkly. “—run for the bloody hills.”
At least I can’t say I wasn’t warned. And I know he’s right. I should be running for the hills.
“Only for tonight,” I whisper between kisses, despite my better judgement. “I need this… only tonight.”
I hate the vulnerability in my voice, but it’s the truth.
Only for tonight.
He is the forbidden fruit, the apple that cost them Eden.
And tonight, I’m going to take a bite.
I am going to taste that apple.
His hand moves to the zip of my dress, dragging it down before tearing the fabric off my body, leaving me in nothing but my thong and strapless white bra.
Fitting colour, really.
I shake the thought away before I can give it more meaning than it deserves.
More than it is.
Yes, I’m about to lose my virginity, but it’s just sex.
It has to be.
“You’re out of your pretty little mind if you think one taste would ever be enough.”
“It has to be,” I whisper, crushing my mouth to his again to silence whatever protest is about to leave his lips.
“Stop talking and make me forget,” I murmur.
He narrows his eyes, something dark flickers through them before the corner of his mouth lifts.
“Is that right?” he asks. “You look far too sweet to beg so prettily.”
He lifts me, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me across the room before tossing me onto the bed.
He pauses above me, devouring me with his eyes.
I am sprawled over the sheets, and the way he looks at me makes every nerve ending spark to life.
There is something ravenous in his stare.
His tongue traces slowly over his lower lip as he studies me, starting at my face, pausing on my mouth, then travelling down over my breasts, my stomach… until it comes to a stop between my thighs.
He is still fully dressed.
Only the first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is long gone, but otherwise he remains perfectly put together, watching me as though he is deciding exactly how he intends to ruin me.
And he will.
Ruin me, that is.
Then he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
One button at a time.
My breath catches as the fabric parts and his body comes into view.
His shoulders are broad. His body is all hard muscle, his torso sculpted, with a defined eight pack.
It is obvious the man trains like mad. Likely hasn’t missed a day in the gym for years.
He shrugs the shirt off and tosses it somewhere on the floor before unfastening his trousers and stepping out of them, leaving him in only his boxers.
The outline of his cock is visible beneath the fabric, and it is suddenly hard to swallow.
The man is seriously packed.
I’ve no idea how that is supposed to fit inside me.
And I haven’t even really seen him yet.
A moment later, he places a knee on the bed and climbs over me, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.
The next instant, his mouth claims mine in another ravaging kiss.
A soft moan leaves me, caught instantly by his mouth.
My body feels on fire.
He makes me feel things I absolutely should not.
Well, should, perhaps.
But he should not be the one to wake them in me.
But tonight is for mistakes. For feeling good, for forgetting what comes tomorrow.
It’s too late to stop now. And I don’t want to stop.
Because the kiss, his tongue tangled with mine, the heat of his body, the feel of his skin, it all feels so good.
Tonight, I will let go of every thought, every shred of reason, and simply feel.
Tomorrow can deal with the consequences.
What makes this dangerous is not that I am having a one night stand, nor that I am doing so for the first time. I am not mafia. My virginity is not something I was ever expected to preserve for appearances and all that tedious, misogynistic nonsense.
It is who I am losing it to.
Who I am about to sleep with.
The most forbidden man of all.
But the fact that whatever this is between us could never exist beyond tonight makes it easier to surrender to it.
Just for tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight.
Just tonight.
Without breaking the kiss, one of his hands slides behind my back and unclasps my bra.
The fabric is gone a second later.
His mouth drops to my breast immediately.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, then moves to the other, giving it the same attention.
My fingers slide into his hair, which is now deliciously dishevelled beneath my hands as I grip it tightly.
An ache builds low in my body.
The emptiness there is almost unbearable, and foreign in equal measure.
I don’t understand it.
This is what it should feel like. I am certain of it.
And now that I have found it, why with him?
A Wardgrave of all people.
Hunter Wardgrave—the man I should never want, the one I could never have, yet the one who makes me delirious with pleasure
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his teeth catching my skin now and then, and it is maddening.
Goosebumps race over my entire body.
His fingers hook into the sides of my thong, and he slowly drags it down my legs before tossing it aside.
His eyes lift to mine.
“I’m going to devour you,” he murmurs.
Then he spreads my legs apart and lowers himself between them without another word or warning.
His mouth finds my centre immediately.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends a jolt through my whole body.
A moan escapes me.
My hands dive back into his hair as my eyes fall shut, trying not to embarrass myself and fall apart before we’ve even begun.
But the way he touches me, the way his tongue moves over me…
“You taste like my new addiction,” he says.
He sucks on my clit just as two fingers enter me so abruptly that it makes me gasp, though there is still a strange care in the way he does it.
He stills and looks up at me, something questioning and wary in his expression.
But I adjust quickly to his fingers, and I need his mouth back on me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “More… please.”
“I do love it when you beg.”
He watches me for a second longer, then lowers his head back to exactly where I need him.
His fingers begin to move slowly. I’m so wet he slides them in and out with ease while his tongue works me at the same time.
“You are so bloody tight,” he grits out.
I feel my pussy clench around his fingers as my hands tighten in his hair.
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already so close. Come for me, love,” he grits out, as though it physically pains him.
He bites my clit, and I let go.
The orgasm hits me in wave after wave. I am breathless as he lets me ride it out on his fingers and mouth.
When I finally manage to open my eyes, I release his hair. He looks at me, his mouth slick with my arousal, still watching as he draws his fingers from me, glistening and coated, then brings them to his lips.
It is so erotic that I swear I nearly come again. And I’ve only just done so. But apparently, with this man, once is never enough.
He bends down and claims my mouth in another kiss, his tongue pushing in to stroke mine. The way this man kisses, he may as well be fucking my mouth.
I taste myself on his lips.
All the while, his hands keep exploring my body.
Again.
As though he cannot bear to stop touching me for even a second.
I feel him shift, and the next thing I know, his cock is at my entrance. Without thinking, I start rubbing myself along his length, which feels enormous.
I hadn’t even realised when he took off his boxers, but I don’t complain.
As I keep rubbing myself on him, I genuinely don’t know if it’s going to fit, and I want to say so, but all that leaves me is a moan as his tip enters me.
I feel high.
I am too lost in the sensation, and all I want is more.
“Once I have you fully… you’re mine,” he growls.
“No,” I say, meaning it to sound firm, but it comes out breathless.
His laugh is deep and dark. “Sorry to disappoint, but I only had a small taste, and somehow, despite my better judgement, I’m addicted.”
“This is just a one night stand. Stop making it more than that,” I snap, and his eyes darken to near black.
“Had many of those, have you?” he says as he pushes fully inside me in one single thrust.
The intrusion almost brings tears to my eyes, but I fight them.
Damn it.
Damn, damn, damn. I don’t usually curse, but damn.
It burns like hell.
He feels my distress and goes still, looking down into my eyes as if he can see straight into my soul.
He slowly pulls out and glances between us. His eyes darken even further, before he eases back inside me, gentler this time.
“Fuck,” he growls, bending down to capture my lips in a deep kiss. He looks crazed when he pulls back to meet my eyes. “You really shouldn’t have done that. But you did, and you can’t take it back now.”
He bites at my neck, no doubt leaving his mark. “Mine,” he growls.
He begins to move, slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of me while my walls tighten around him.
My body gradually adjusts to his size, the sharp burn easing little by little. The ache remains, but beneath it pleasure begins to build, growing stronger with every thrust.
This slow pace makes it feel so good.
His mouth goes to my neck. He bites gently, then sucks at the sensitive skin there while keeping the same steady rhythm.
And that rhythm begins to deepen.
His thrusts grow stronger.
My hands clutch at his back, my nails no doubt leaving marks. Then my arms wrap around him, and in this moment we feel impossibly connected.
My pussy clenches around his cock.
I can’t believe I’m about to come for the second time in a row.
He lifts one hand and grips my face, his fingers firm along my cheek and chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Fuckin’ mine,” he growls.
My body tightens around him once more, and the orgasm rips through me, so sudden and overwhelming.
The moment I come, I feel him lose control.
His body tenses above me as he spills inside me.