A sleek black Rolls-Royce gleamed under the streetlights, its engine purring softly as if waiting hours just for him.

He opened the door without a word and guided me inside, his fingers brushing mine in a way that made my heart stutter. The leather seats swallowed me in warmth, the cabin heavy with the scent of wealth and quiet power.

His eyes caught the low light when he asked, “How old is my favorite birthday girl? I hope she isn’t…?”

“I’m twenty, not a minor.”

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Twenty? That’s actually my lucky number.”

Before I could reply, he cupped my face, tilting it slightly before pressing his mouth to mine—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, as though he’d been waiting all night. When he finally pulled back, his thumb lingered against my lips.

I swallowed hard, irresistibly drawn to him—the dangerous charm in his voice, the intensity of his gaze, and the warmth of his scent. It was all too much: temptation wrapped in luxury.

He stepped closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “You know… your smile,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Don’t hide it. Not tonight. Not from me.”

My pulse quickened at his comment. His words weren’t merely flirtation; they felt like an unspoken promise. They made me feel loved—chosen. I placed my head on his chest, craving his touch and safety.

“Master, we’ll be there in five minutes,” the driver announced softly.

“Where are we going?” I asked, drowning in his ocean-blue eyes.

“Somewhere quieter. Somewhere only for us.” His tone was silk laced with steel.

The car glided faster, slicing through the city lights. Inside, it felt like another world—hidden in shadows and silence. The hum of the engine, the glow of neon—everything faded until only he existed.

When the Rolls stopped, it wasn’t at a mansion but at a hotel, a tower of glass and steel that loomed above us, gleaming cold and new.

He stepped out first, still holding my hand. Just as I thought he’d lead me upstairs, he leaned close, his hands circling my waist. “Wait for me,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “I’ll be back soon.”

Then he was gone, his car slipping back into the night, leaving behind only his scent and the burn of his kiss.

The quiet hallway swallowed me as I made my way inside, my heart pounding, his cedar-smoke fragrance still clinging to me.

Alone, I dropped his jacket onto an armchair. A silver “X” gleamed inside the lining. My fingers traced it, curiosity and unease twisting together.

I let the thought go along with the jacket, slipped my dress off my shoulders, leaving only my bra and lace panties, and walked to the balcony.

The city noise outside was distant, and the silence felt almost oppressive. Standing on the edge of the balcony, my mind became clouded with thoughts of Nathan’s betrayal, the stranger’s pull, the reckless choice I’d made tonight—all dragging me toward confusion and disappointment.

I slammed my hands against my head, cursing myself for following a devilishly handsome man just to get back at my ex, but soon exhaustion dragged me to sleep.

When the lock clicked at 12:30, the room became charged. The second he stepped back in, the atmosphere shifted. His musk hit me first—pine and smoke laced with raw heat, like the forest itself had crawled inside.

His eyes were darker than before, catching me sprawled in lingerie. My chest tightened as our gazes locked—dark, commanding, impossibly magnetic.

I rose slowly, letting him see both hesitation and hunger. He closed the distance, brushing my hands, every movement a quiet threat.

“You came back.” I hugged him, my emotions taking hold of me.

“Why not?” he said, smooth and low. “I wouldn’t let you wait alone.”

“Well… now that you’re back, let’s do what we’re here to do.” My cheeks flushed as I stepped toward the bed, but he caught me, pressing me lightly against the wall, one hand at my waist, the other tilting my chin up.

“What exactly is that?” he teased, refusing to make it easy. His breath ghosted across my lips, his heartbeat thudding against mine.

Before he could kiss me, I quickly pulled back, clutching my stomach. “Oww—it hurts.”

“What’s wrong? Tell me.” His eyes softened, a flicker of concern appearing.

Now that my hands were free, I used the moment to slip away and ran to the bed, wrapping the sheets tightly around me, my chest heaving.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, stripping down until only shorts clung to his hips. The dim light caught his chest, covered in strange, unreadable tattoos; his lower body revealed a tantalizing torso I couldn’t look away from.

When he hovered over me, I tried to hide my thrill, but to no avail, so I cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss—soft, lingering, electric. Shivers raced down my spine.

“Lilith, do you want this?” His voice cracked with restraint, his rough fingers framing my jaw.

“Yes. I want you. I want all of you.” I ran my hands across his body.

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I’ll ruin you.”

“Then ruin me,” I begged, dragging his mouth back to mine.

He hesitated, then killed the lights. When he returned, restraint was gone. His lips crashed into mine, feral and consuming.

He trailed kisses down my breasts, his tongue teasing my hardened peaks, while his hands parted my thighs.

“We haven’t even started, and you’re already wet,” he muttered, plunging his fingers inside me, drawing wave after wave until I shook, slick heat spilling over his hands. My body shuddered, every nerve lit, as though I were drowning and burning at once.

I moaned, climax tearing through me, but he wasn’t done. He teased my clit, rubbing until I writhed, my nails tangled in his hair, my palms skimming his back.

“Don’t stop… I need you in me now.”

He obeyed, pulling out his length, a thick, veined monster of pure hardness. The sight alone made my mouth water. I thought twice about the sin I was about to commit, but I was too far gone. I craved him now.

He teased me with the head, dragging it slow and maddening, making me ache, making me beg.

“Please… Mr. X,” I moaned. “Give it to me.”

“You asked for it,” he snarled.

And then he slammed into me, raw and merciless.

“Ahhh!” My cry split the room, swallowed when his lips crushed mine. His hips hammered me into the mattress, hands squeezing my breasts.

My nails raked bloody lines across his back, but the wounds healed instantly. For a moment, I froze. The red that should’ve stayed was gone, erased as if I’d never touched him at all.

I wanted to mark him more, to prove this night was real, that I could leave something behind on him, even if it was only a scar. But he gripped my wrists tightly, pinning them above my head, his hand lifting my legs onto his shoulders.

“You do not mark me. I own you. You were made for me.” His growl vibrated against my skin, his thrusts relentless, every movement claiming me deeper.

“Mrrr… Xx,” I moaned, but he muffled the sound with a trail of bruising kisses. “Don’t fight it. You can’t hide it. You can’t hide your desire.”

Caught between ecstasy and fantasy, I sensed the sudden shift in his presence—his grip tightening, his energy overwhelming, as if his very shadow swallowed mine. The silhouette above me wasn’t just a man anymore. He was something more. Something monstrous.

Before I could breathe, he flipped me over, dragging me to the edge of the bed. My legs dangled helplessly as he rammed me from behind, the slap of our bodies echoing in the dark. My hands clutched the sheets, the pain more intense as I felt his length growing inside me.

The bed rocked violently, the headboard smacking the wall. Sweat slicked my cleavage, his fingers teasing my nipples, hardening them.

I was filled with pleasure, panting, broken open by him. His pace slowed as he pulled out, laying soft kisses on my forehead.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he comforted me, his voice huskier, softer.

Though I was left scratched, my body sore and soaked, he gathered me against his chest, covering me with the sheets while his hand stroked my hair gently, steadying my breath.

In that strange mix of ruin and repair, I finally drifted into sleep on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.