I can't Love You In The Dark

SIENNA'S POV

The dance floor shook with a slow, nasty beat, bodies rubbing under the flashing lights. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me close, his hard chest brushing my boobs through my tight dress. His breath burned my neck, fingers digging into my curves, and every grind of his hips made my pussy throb. His brown eyes locked on mine, full of want, making my heart pound. Evan's voice screamed in my head-too old, too used-but the wet heat between my legs begged me to keep going.

"You're hot as hell," he said, lips by my ear, voice rough like gravel. His hand slid to my butt, squeezing, making me gasp.

I laughed, nervous, trying to stay cool. "You're the one causing trouble." My voice shook, stuck between wanting him and worrying I'd look like a desperate mom.

"Trouble's my thing." His grin was dirty, but his eyes got soft, like he saw my hurt. "Wanna get outta here?"

My stomach dropped. Leave with him? he was too young, too good-looking, and I was 42, with stretch marks and Evan's betrayal stuck in my chest. But my pussy ached, screaming for his touch.

"I don't even know you," I said, stalling, heart racing.

"Daniel." His lips brushed my jaw, warm and slow. "Your name?"

I swallowed, Evan's ghost saying I wasn't enough. "You gotta earn it." My tone was light, but my chest hurt, scared to jump, scared to stay stuck.

He laughed, low and sexy. "Come with me, I'll earn it." His thumb rubbed my hip, a promise that made my knees weak.

I saw Lila across the club, her smirk saying go for it. Screw it, I was done feeling broken.

"Okay. But don't think I'm easy." My voice trembled, half-bold, half-scared.

His grin grew, and he took my hand, leading me through the crowd. People stared, judging or jealous, but his grip kept me steady. Outside, Miami's hot air hit us, and a shiny black car waited, driver ready. My gut twisted; his world was way out of my league.

"Nice car," I said, sliding onto leather seats, hiding my nerves.

"Only when I'm showing off." He sat close, thigh against mine, his smell-sweat and spice filling my head. "You'll like it?"

I snorted, acting tough. "Takes more than a car." But my heart pounded, Evan's voice saying I didn't belong.

The drive was fast, city lights zooming by. His hand rested on my knee, warm, sliding up, and I didn't stop him, my pussy begging for more. We stopped at a huge glass house, all sharp edges and bright lights, screaming money. My throat got tight-my old house was nothing like this.

"Cool house," I said, heels clicking on shiny stone as we walked in. "You rob banks?"

He laughed, opening the door. "Just build stuff. Want to see the view?" his eyes said he meant more than the city.

Inside, the place was fancy with white walls, weird art, big windows showing the ocean. He led me to a bedroom, moonlight falling over a giant bed. My heart raced, want and fear fighting inside me.

"You sure?" he asked, voice quiet, stepping close. His fingers touched my arm, sending sparks.

I nodded, barely breathing. "Don't mess it up." My voice was sharp, but I leaned into him, desperate to feel wanted.

He kissed me, soft at first, then hard, tongue pushing in, taking over. His hands moved fast, pulling my dress of, leaving me in my bra and panties. I tugged his shirt off, fingers running over his tight abs, hungry for his skin. He unhooked my bra, lips hitting my boobs, sucking my nipples till I moaned loud.

"Damn, you're hot," he growled, pushing me onto the bed. His mouth moved down to my belly, slow, teasing, till he got to my panties. He yanked them off, spreading my legs wide, and his tongue hit my pussy, flicking my clit making me jerk.

"Oh, shit," I gasped, grabbing the sheets. His tongue worked me swirling over my clit, sliding into my wet slit, sucking just right to make me shake. He held my thighs open, his lips kissing every wet inch, his tongue diving deep, slow then fast.

Evan hadn't touched me like this since the twins were born, always too busy or bored. Daniel was different-hungry, gentle, like he wanted all of me. He sucked my clit hard, tongue pushing inside, and I came yelling his name as my pussy squeezed, pleasure crashing through me. he kissed my thighs, soft and slow, making me shiver longer.

He climbed up, kissing me, his lips wet with my juice. "You okay?" he asked, eyes checking mine, softer than I thought he'd be.

"Yeah," I breathed, pulling him close. "Your turn."

He grinned, dropping his pants, his dick big and hard. He grabbed a condom, sliding it on, and spread my legs. He pushed into me, slowly as his dick filled my pussy, stretching me just right. I moaned loud, as he started moving gently, not rushing. His hands held my face, lips brushing mine, soft kisses between thrusts.

"You feel so good," he groaned, voice full of need.

I wrapped my legs around him, moving with him, nails scratching his back. His dick hit every spot, slow and deep, like he was learning me. His mouth went back to my boobs, sucking my nipples soft. His hands gripping my hips, my butt, like he couldn't get enough. It wasn't just sex-it felt like he saw me, wanted me, not just my body. I came again, quiet this time, gasping his name as my pussy pulsed around his dick. He groaned, moving faster, and came, his face in my neck, breath hot and shaky.

We laid there, breathing hard, his arm over me. but Evan's face popped up; his mean laugh, his new girlfriend, me failing as a wife. Guilt hit hard, like a punch. What was I doing? Fucking a guy half my age, acting like some hot chick? I was a mom, a reject, lying to myself.

I sat up, heart pounding, grabbing my clothes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Daniel leaned up, face confused, voice soft.

"Nothing, I gotta go." I pulled my dress on, not looking at him, shame burning me.

"Stay, talk to me." he grabbed my hand, his voice raw, like he meant it.

I shook my head, pulling away. "This was a mistake." My voice broke, my fears choking me. I grabbed my shoes, running for the door.

"Wait...your name?" he called, standing, voice sharp, almost scared.

I didn't stop, didn't look back, just bolted out as the door slammed behind me. The night air hit, cool and sharp, as i called an uber, my body still warm from his touch. I'd run from him, from myself, but the ache inside said I wasn't done.

Could i be the woman who took what she wanted, or would Evan's ghost keep me trapped.