ALYSSA'S POV

His lips hovered over mine and I stared up at him with wide eyes. I could feel his breath on my skin as he leaned in closer.

His fingers traced my jaw, and then my lips. My lips parted slowly and a finger slipped into my mouth.

God. What was happening to me? My whole body was on fire. I had never felt this attracted to anyone.

I had never felt this way with Logan either. It was as if I wouldn't survive if he didn't touch me.

But this was wrong. It wasn't right. I couldn't just let some stranger kiss me.

I should pull away. I should leave but before I can take a step away from him or entertain more thoughts, he closed the space between us and took my lips in his.

Fire erupted inside me and I let out a gasp. He deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing deep into my mouth.

His kiss turned feral and passionate and I clung to him, as I clutched his shirt.

His hands wrapped around my waist, gentle and possessive all at once.

My brain was screaming at me to stop, to push him away.

I braced my hands against his chest as if to push him away but ended up fisting the front of his shirt in my hands and pulling him closer.

I let out a moan as his hands squeezed my ass roughly. He lifted me up all of a sudden.

He carried me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, my head tipped downwards as he devoured my mouth.

The next second, my back hit the bed and he only broke the kiss for several seconds to take his shirt off.

My throat dried as I laid on the bed panting and staring up at him.

He was so sexy. His sexiness should be a crime. He moved closer to me and his fingers worked quickly.

In no time, the buttons of his shirt were loosened and he pulled the shirt he had lent me off me, flinging it across the room.

His eyes darkened at the sight of my boobs.

I tried to cover myself up feeling ashamed and conscious all of a sudden.

I guess I was scared. He was staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Logan had always said that no man would ever want me.

But here this man was staring at me like I was everything he had been waiting for.

“You're fucking beautiful.” He growled, his eyes fixed on mine.

Slowly, he pulled my hands away and I let him.

My lips parted, a moan slipping out as his mouth closed over my nipple.

His mouth on me was hot and feverish. How could he be so good at sucking my boobs?

I had never felt this much pleasure with Logan and this man hadn't even touched me.

My eyes fluttered close and I was slowly losing myself until the sound of my phone ringing shattered the atmosphere.

My eyes flew open and I moved away from him breathing heavily.

I stared at him with mad, crazy eyes.

“Why? Why would you kiss me? Why would you touch me?” I demanded, my chest rising and falling.

I scurried farther away from him, and grabbed the shirt he had discarded.

He just stood staring at me like all he wanted to do was to grab me and bury himself inside me.

My phone was still ringing. But I couldn't bring myself to move or reach for the phone.

Finally, he blinked and took several steps backwards.

A look of guilt and remorse settled on his features.

He ran a hand through his hair and my eyes followed the movement, and landed on his waist.

Where his pants hung low around his waist. My eyes went past his waist further down and I shivered, gasping slightly at the sight of his massive erection.

Oh God. He would break me in two with that size. I looked away, embarrassed, my cheeks stained with red.

“I'm sorry. For taking advantage of you like that.” He murmured.

I looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't staring at me. Like he was too ashamed to look at me.

I couldn't believe he was apologizing. Logan had never apologized for anything.

My phone had stopped ringing at some point but it started to ring again.

“You should take that.” His voice seemed to be the wake up call I needed.

I reached for my phone and my heart plummeted when I saw Miranda's name flashing across the screen.

Dropping the phone, I hurriedly put his shirt back on, I got out of bed and slipped my feet into my shoes.

I grabbed every other thing that belonged to me and my bag.

“I have to leave.” I told him, my heart hammering against my chest.

I was used to Miranda's punishments whenever I got home late or didn't spend the night at home.

But she had never called me. If she was calling me, I was scared today's punishment could be worse than it had always been.

He nodded and led me out of the room. He wanted his driver to drop me off but I refused vehemently.

He called a cab instead and I reluctantly agreed.

Adrian. His name was the only thing I knew about him.

And I might never meet him again. For some reason, that left an ache in my heart.

But maybe it was for the best. He was old enough to be my father and yet I would have had sex with him if it wasn't for Miranda's call.

Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about how kind he had been and how he even apologized for everything.

By the time I alighted from the cab, and was walking into the house, I had forgotten all about him.

As I was dreading the fate that awaited me once I went into the house.