“You didn’t do anything. I just had a very bad night, and I want to forget all about it for a few hours at least.”

“If you’re looking for someone to make love to you all night, and whisper sweet nothings in your ears, then you’re going to be disappointed. I have problems of my own, and I need an outlet for my anger and frustration. Do you understand what that means? It means I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me in you days later. That’s why I need your consent before we begin, because once I start, I won’t stop.”

"Love is what got me in this mess. I don’t need sweet sex. So, come on, show me what you’ve got." Rayne whispered as she put her hands on his shoulder.

He leaned down to kiss her and her lips yielded to his control. He wrapped his arms around her and she hooked hers around his neck. A low moan escaped her lips as his kiss went from teasing to ravaging in seconds. He was about to rip her dress but she held his hand.

“Don’t rip it. I really like this dress.”

In actuality, it was the only piece of clothing she had after being kicked out without a dime. If he ripped the dress, then she wouldn’t have any other dress to wear after that night. She couldn’t walk around naked.

“If you like it so much, then take it off now. You have ten seconds before I destroy it.” He said and took a few steps back.

She removed her dress and underwear, then stood while his gaze moved from her head to her toes, then back up again to her face. She liked the way he looked at her, it made her feel desired and wanted. But she was getting self conscious, so she moved her hands to cover herself up.

“Don't! Your body belongs to me tonight. You lost the right to hide from me when you said yes to this. So keep your hands by your side and let me look at what’s mine.” He growled at her, and her eyes widened.

Quentin is the only man she had ever been with, and he had never spoken to her like this. The only place she had seen something like this was in the few dark romance books she had read. For some reason, his fierce expression, and the possessiveness in his tone made her wet. She kept her hands by her side and had to press her thighs together because of the ache between her legs.

“Now, turn around, hold on to the wall, spread your legs and bend over so I can see how wet you are for me.”

She followed his instructions like she was being controlled by a remote.

“Good girl.” He said to her and she whimpered as he came close to her.

His hand moved low to fondle her ass, then he moved his fingers between her legs. Sure enough, she was already dripping for him. She had never felt like this before, and she wondered why it was a stranger that was making her this aroused. He lifted his hand, and smacked her ass so hard that she jolted against the wall. She opened her mouth to protest, but he spanked her again, and she was shocked when a moan spilled from her lips. He repeated it three more times and then plunged two of his fingers into her.

He leaned down to suck on the nape of her neck, and her legs nearly buckled. His second hand wrapped around her throat to keep her upright, and when he squeezed a little, her inner walls tightened around his fingers.

“You feel so good around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze me this tight when I fill you up.”

As he spoke, he kept moving his fingers inside her, and when he curled them to stroke a tingly spot inside her, she came so hard that her vision went blank for several seconds. Quentin had never managed to give her an orgasm in all their years of dating and marriage. Mostly because he was selfish and impatient. She never knew she could feel this good, and she wanted more. Arden let out a groan as he removed his fingers from inside her and began to fumble with his belt. He had never felt this desperate for a woman. Her scent was driving him crazy, and the sounds coming from her mouth were wreaking havoc on his self control.

They had sex on every surface in the room, and finally drifted off to sleep on the bed.

Blinking twice to adjust her vision to the brightness of the room, Rayne laid frozen in bed. Her hair was sprawled on the sheets and her arms laid sideways. With a groan, she palmed her forehead. Her head ached and her throat was parched. She felt sore, especially between her legs. Strangely, it wasn't a terrible pain. It felt good. The bedcovers fell limply off her chest as she sat up and she gasped in shock. She was naked. She looked at the man sleeping peacefully beside her and then remembered what happened the night before.

She couldn’t believe that she had actually slept with a total stranger. But it was too late to regret it. It was the best night of her life. But now she had to come back to reality and find a way to get her life back in order. She pulled the sheets close to her chest and climbed off the bed. Rayne moved to the bathroom to clean herself up, and then got dressed. She had to leave before the man woke up, in order to avoid complicating things.

She gave the room a bitter smile and turned to the direction of the door. On her way to the door, her eyes fell on a glittering item on the floor. Her gut told her to leave it but curiosity got the best of her. Rayne bent over to pick it up. It was an expensive watch. She looked at the man on the bed and now that she was more sober, she checked out his own clothes. They looked expensive. Her hands shook as a bad idea came to her mind.

"I'm sorry but desperate times call for desperate measures." Rayne said as she decided to take the wrist watch.

He looked rich. He probably had other watches, and wouldn’t miss this one. But if she sold the watch, it would help her survive for a while while she gets her life back on track. It was the first time she was doing something like this, but she had no choice. She contemplated leaving a note for him with an apology, but decided against it. She couldn’t risk him waking up while she was writing a note, and sending her to jail for attempted theft. She took one last look at the room with a guilty conscience, and then she darted out of the door.

When Arden woke up and discovered his watch gone, he was furious, but there was no way for him to find the woman. He didn’t even know her name. They didn’t exchange names for the sake of anonymity since it was a one night stand. That watch was his grandfather’s last gift before dying and Arden cherished it. He swore that if he ever met her again, he would make her pay for stealing something precious from him.