Solara's POV

“That was one hell of a dance,” Mira said as we left the dancefloor and settled in a corner at the room. “The gold teeth guy really dances well.“

I wasn't really listening to whatever she was saying. My mind had travelled miles away to a figure sitting at the far end across from us. Shiny Gold mask. Cigar between his lips. Swirling a glass of wine in his hands. His lips curling into a cold, devilish smirk.

The moment I stepped into the dancefloor earlier, I could feel his eyes burning into my neck—causing the hair there to stand—and anytime I look back, he doesn't bother to look away. He feels cold, yet so familiar.

Mira followed my eyes and scoffed. “Look like someone is hooked,” she sneered, her voice teasing. “You both have been staring at each other since we arrived here.“

Oh… she noticed that too. There's really nothing Mira doesn't know.

I look away from his burning gaze, my cheeks hot. “I'm not hooked,” I whispered. “He just seems….. familiar.“

“Hmmm.“ She playfully hit my shoulders, then leaned down to stare up at my face. “How familiar?“ Her voice drops into a slutry whisper. “So familiar that you wouldn't mind spending the night with him, right?“

At the mention of spending the night with me, my body reacted. My pussy clenched and my nipples tightened—pressing hard against the silk fabric of my dress.

I blinked severally. “Go, away,” I muttered, pushing her face away. “I just want to have fun tonight and forget about Lucas.“

“Ma'am,” a waitress with silver mask said. “The man at table sixteen wants you to come over.“ She pointed across.

Of course…. It's same man.

I stared at him for a moment longer than necessary. I would have refused, but curiosity got the best of me. I want to know who he is.

“Fine.“

The waitress nodded and walked away.

Mira clapped her hands together excitedly like someone who had just won a lottery. “You go and meet him, baby.“ She touched the small of my back. “Don't you dare resist If he wants to fuck you.“

My hands flew to my mouth. “Goddess, Mira,” I snapped, shaking my head. “I'm just going to see him.“ I stood up.

“Sure,” she said in a dismissive tone.

I adjusted my mask and started walking towards him, each step heavier than the last. There was this subtle, but undeniable pull I felt towards him and the his eyes are fixed on me like I'm the only thing he can see in the room.

When I stood in front of him, I almost couldn't breathe. He has this aura that's so oppressive. I could tell he's an Alpha or a powerful member of a royal family. Before my knees could buckle, he gestured towards a seat across of him.

I quickly lowered myself down and threw my head to the side.

He drops his cigarette in the ashtray and smirked. “Is the young lady scared?“ He sneered, his voice was a smooth baritone stroking places I never knew existed in my body. He spread his arms apart. “Come on, I don't bite.“

My throat is too tight to speak, so I just nodded.

He continued anyways. “I have been watching you since you came in with your friend earlier…. and I like you.“ He said casually.

The words…. tugged at me. No one has ever said they like me. Without knowing where my courage came from, I turned my head at him and looked straight into his eyes.

He had a pair of beautiful stormy gray eyes. His jawline so perfect—the type that belonged to the front cover of a magazine. His dark hair perfectly styled back and not a single strand was out of place.

I could really tell that the man beneath that mask…. would be devastingly handsome.

“Not that kind of like though,” he corrected. “Let's say i want to spend the night with you. If you don't mind.“

If there's something I like about him… it's the way he's being straightforward.

I know I shouldn't do this. But I just wanted to feel wanted, even if it was just for one night. Even if he’d forget my face by morning. I'd forget Lucas tonight and the fact that I'm just a replacement for the woman he loved.

“Sure.“ The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Then he stood up and his hands reached down. I placed mine into it and sparks ran through my body. I looked towards Mira and she waved at me as we made our way out of the room.

My mouth hung open when he opened the door to his Lamborghini and we slipped in; Not only is he handsome, he is filthy rich too. He ignited his car and started driving out of the curb.

Fuck… I just followed him without thinking about the fact that we might be a kidnapper or someone dangerous. This break up with Lucas has really clouded my sense of judgement, isn't it?

I quickly started typing on my phone.

“I'm so scared, Mira. What if he is a kidnapper?“

I hit the send button.

“Relax baby. I took a picture of his plate number.“

I heaved in relief.

Mira!

“Are you okay?“ He asked, his eyes still fixed on the road.

“Sure.“ I managed a smile.

No other words were exchanged until we got to the five-star hotel, into the elevator and then to the well furnished and extravagant room.

But my heart?

It pounded louder than a war drum and I couldn't help but think that I made a repulsive decision.

He slipped out of his suit and toss it on the couch, then followed by his golden mask and his face was nothing short of what I had imagined. But he look powerful and older. Should be in his mid-thirties, but he doesn't look a bit like it. I guess it's his werewolf abilities in play. He doesn't look familiar too.

His gray eyes were fixed on me as he took a step closer to me and I took one back—until I was backing the cold wall. Then he leaned in, pressing a hand to the space beside me.

Without a word, his hand reached out and pulled my mask away. His eyes seized me up and he leaned forward.

“Love the way you're shaking,” he whispered, his deep voice made my clit tingle and I gasped out.

“Undress,” he commanded, his voice sharp and urgent, brooking no room for argument. He sat at the edge of the bed and watched me with an intense gaze.

I didn't hesitate. Not with the way my panties are already soaked from just the way he looks at me. From the way his voice echoed in my ears and move through my body. From the pull that wants to make me jump on him.

I zipped down my dress, letting it pull beneath me and I remained only in my panties that cleave to my pussy lips like a second skin. My trembling hands grabbed the band of my panties and dragged it between my thighs.

“Come here.“ He beckoned at me and I stepped closer to him.

His fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he pulled me closer. Then he latched at one of my nipples and fuck…. I moaned out, my toes curling. He bit hard on my nipples, and spanked my ass.

I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. This is it… the type of sex I have always wanted but Lucas won't give me. A rough, painful sex that I would feel the aftermath for days.

He pulled back and his eyes had darkened with lust. “Fuck,” he growled. “Go and lie down on the bed with your ass arched backward.“

With trembling thighs, I climbed the bed and did as instructed. My pussy clenching so hard in anticipation that I had to grab a handful of the duvet to steady myself as I bite down on my lower lips.

Minutes passed before he appeared in front of me. Naked. Broad shouldered with dangerous and sexy tattoos all over him.

His cock? His cock? That wasn't a cock. It was a weapon—one that is meant to ruin me. Thick. Hard. Veined. Tip leaking like a fucking tap. Twice bigger than Lucas'

My eyes widen as I swallowed hard. How would that fit into me?

He smirked. “You like what you see?“

I didn't answer. Of course, I love what I see.

He wrapped my hands together with his black expensive leather belt and then went behind me again.

He spanked my ass roughly. Once. Twice. Until my flesh hurts

“Please…..“ I whimpered, my eyes watering.

Why am I begging him?

I don't know.

Should he continue or stop?

I felt his cock teasing my pussy lips and gods… I felt shockwaves coursing through me and I thrashed my hands around the belt—wanting to grab something—anything before I die from the overwhelming pleasure.

He thrust inside me and my breath seized. I could feel his cock in my throat, choking me. He didn't even care if I had adjusted to him, he keeps thrusting in and out, hitting my sensitive spot over and over again. His hands grabbed my heavy breasts and he used it as a means to move me back and forth. Back and forth until he is completely inside me. Until my cries echoes off the wall. Until I couldn't even remember my pain, and heartbreak anymore.

He slammed into me and I let out a guttural growl growl, my voice scaring me.

“Ahhhhh.“