I wanted to forget tonight.
Three glasses of champagne burned in my blood, and my ex's text still glowed on my phone: I miss you.
I laughed too loud at the bar and hated myself for it.
Then I saw him.
He sat alone in the corner booth, dark suit open at the collar, one hand around a glass of amber liquid. Black hair fell across his forehead. When he lifted his eyes, they were storm-gray and fixed on me like he already knew every filthy thing I planned to do.
I walked straight to him. Heels steady. Heart wild.
"I need to forget someone," I said before courage left me. "Make it unforgettable."
His mouth curved, slow and dangerous. "Dangerous request."
I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of his ear. "I don't want safe. I want to feel you for days."
The air between us caught fire.
He stood. Towered over me. His hand settled low on my back like he already owned me. "Upstairs," he said, voice rough. "Room 2401."
We said nothing in the elevator. He caged me into the corner, one palm braced beside my head, the other tracing the neckline of my dress. His thumb grazed my nipple through silk and I gasped.
"Quiet," he murmured against my temple. "Or I'll take you right here."
The doors slid open. He guided me down the hall, key card in one hand, my wrist locked in the other. The second the door clicked shut he spun me, pressed my back to the wall, and crushed his mouth over mine.
I tasted whiskey and raw hunger. His tongue stroked deep, claiming every corner. I clawed at his jacket, shoved it off his shoulders. Buttons scattered when I ripped his shirt open. My palms slid over hot skin and hard muscle.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me to the bed, and followed me down. My dress vanished in one smooth pull over my head. Lace bra next. Panties torn away with a single yank.
I lay naked beneath him and had never felt more powerful.
He spread my thighs wide and settled between them. The thick heat of his cock pressed against my belly, bare, velvet over steel. No condom. The realization soaked me instantly.
"Look at you," he growled, eyes raking over me. "Already dripping for me."
I reached between us, wrapped my fingers around him. He was huge, throbbing. I guided the head to my entrance and arched up.
"Please," I whispered.
He pushed in slow. One thick inch at a time. He stretched me open and filled me so perfectly I forgot how to breathe. When he bottomed out we both groaned.
Then he moved.
Hard. Deep. Relentless. The headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts. I wrapped my legs high around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
"More," I begged. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
His hand slid under my ass, tilted me so every stroke dragged over that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. I licked it off his throat and he snarled.
I felt the first flutter of my orgasm coil tight and hot low in my belly.
"I'm close," I panted.
He slowed just enough to torment me, circled his hips, ground against my clit. "Not yet."
I clawed his shoulders. "Please… I need…"
"Tell me," he demanded against my lips. "Tell me exactly."
I let the last of my pride shatter.
"Cum in me," I moaned. "I want to feel it. All of it. Don't pull out."
His control broke.
He slammed into me hard and fast, hips pistoning, breath ragged. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet and filthy and perfect.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You want this cock to fill you up?"
"Yes… yes… please…"
He buried himself deep and stilled. I felt the first hot pulse inside me, then another, thick ropes flooding me so full I overflowed around him. He ground slow, milked every drop, marked me from the inside.
I came undone, clenched around him, milked him in return while stars exploded behind my eyes. My nails raked down his back hard enough to draw blood.
He collapsed onto me, cock still pulsing, still buried to the hilt. Our hearts hammered together.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours.
He finally lifted his head, brushed damp hair from my face, and kissed me soft and slow.
I smiled against his mouth, thighs trembling, pussy still fluttering around him.
He stayed inside me.
And I already knew I was ruined for anyone else.