WET DESIRES WITH MY KINGS

Chapter Two

"Who the hell are you?" His deep, tenor-bass voice echoed through the room. I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out. Shame and fear crawled up my spine as I lowered my gaze, terrified of what this man might do to me.

He moved closer, took my jaw in his hand, and lifted my face toward him. My eyes met his, then dropped, widening at the sight of his hard dick pointing inches from me.

"You want a taste?" he asked with a smirk. But before I could react, he suddenly stepped back, like something inside me had shoved him away, his nostrils flaring as if catching an aweful smell or strange scent.

"You... you're..." he stuttered, breath catching as he inhaled sharply.

I managed to push myself up, and the moment I tried to run, he grabbed me and pulled me against him, breathing me in like I was the oxygen he needed to stay alive. His body shifted from cold to burning hot, so hot it felt inhuman, like I'd melt if I stayed pressed against him too long.

His hardness nudged my stomach, and no matter how much I tried to hide it, my body trembled with pleasure pulsing through me.

"Let go of me," I said, struggling against his grip, but he held me tighter.

I tried to look at his face, but the room was dim and my vision was blurred from the alcohol and the faint red light in the restroom.

My gaze dropped to my hands resting on his broad, solid chest. I bit my lower lip, embarrassed by how hungrily my body responded to him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his next words stopped me cold.

"Please... be my girlfriend," he whispered, his deep voice brushing against my ear.

Girlfriend?

The word echoed in my head. I tried to convince myself I heard wrong.

'Is this how people get into relationships?' I wondered silently, wishing somehow he could hear my thoughts and answer me.

I'd never had a boyfriend. My father made sure of that. He said I was too young to be with a man at twenty one years of age.

"Is that a yes?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes... sorry, I mean.."

"Accepted. You're my girlfriend now. Hello, girlfriend."

He cut me off instantly, like he already knew what I was about to say next.

He loosened his hold, cupped my face, and made me meet his eyes, even though I could barely see him clearly.

"You're my girlfriend now. Can I kiss you? Please. I promise I'll be gentle," he asked softly, taking both of my hands in his.

A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard and nodded without thinking.

He leaned in and kissed me, slow, gentle, his lips moving softly over mine. One hand rested at my waist, the other sliding through my hair.

I didn't know how to respond. It was my first kiss. Shame tugged at me for sharing it with a stranger... Oh sorry, my first boyfriend. But to my surprise, every part of my body wanted him, not only a kiss. Something deeper. I wanted more, his dick in my wet pussy.

I stood frozen, my hands hanging at my sides as he pulled me deeper into the kiss, licking the saliva at the corner of my mouth, sucking my tongue slowly.

"Girlfriend," he groaned, his breath warm against my ear as his lips left mine.

"I'm guessing it's your first time," he murmured, his voice rough with need.

"Yes..." I whispered, eyes closed, my body suddenly weak.

"I'll stop here tonight."

Those were the last words I heard before everything went black.

♧♧♧

I woke up the next morning in a room that wasn't mine. The scent of coffee filled the air. I knew immediately it was the stranger's room from last night.

I sat up fast and lifted the duvet to check my body. Relief washed over me when I realized he hadn't touched me. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my worn-out handbag lying beside me. I headed for the door but froze when a voice spoke behind me. My hand hovered in midair over the doorknob.

"Leaving already, girlfriend?"

I turned slowly. Bronze-gold eyes stared back at me, calm, intense, breathtaking. I swear for a five whole seconds, I forgot how to breathe.

There was no way this man was my boyfriend. I refused to believe it. He looked like someone straight out of a magazine. Part of me wanted to believe I was dreaming.

"Um... yeah. Home. Work. I..." my voice wavered, every word struggling to come out. I pressed a hand to my forehead and let out a low breath.

I stepped away from the door and took a better look at him. He looked like he was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. His short dark wavy hair fell slightly over his forehead, still damp like he'd just left the shower, but he was already dressed in a sleek, custom-fitted suit, hands tucked in his pockets.

He stepped closer, close enough that the air between us suddenly felt warm. I've never considered myself short, but looking up at him here, the world seemed to shrink, and made me feel smaller.

"My name is Draven. Your new boyfriend," he said calmly.

He looked nothing like the man from last night. Last night he seemed carefree, almost playful. But the man in front of me now looked cold, powerful... dangerous. The kind of man who could destroy someone without hesitation.

I swallowed hard. "You don't have to remind me who you are. I know you're my... boyfriend," the word felt heavy on my tongue. I still couldn't believe I'd said yes to a stranger, a man I just met and let him kiss me.

"You were drunk last night. I thought maybe you forgot you agreed."

He reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face, but I quickly stepped back, staring at my fingers now.

His voice alone already had my body reacting. If he touched me again... I knew I'd melt. And I wasn't ready not to lose my virginity to someone I barely knew.

"I have to go. My dad's probably looking for me," I said quietly.

He stepped closer again and lifted my chin so I'd meet his eyes.

"I'll drive you," he said with a faint smile, then his eyes flashed gold.

I swear I wasn't imagining it. I saw it clearly. Gold.

I wanted to ask him what that was about, but he turned away and led me out.

He didn't speak again until we were in the car.

"You didn't tell me your name, girlfriend," he said, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh as he drove.

"Mira," I replied.

He nodded, and silence filled the car until he stopped in front of my house.

"When do I get to see you again?"

See me again?

That sounded impossible. Once my father found out I didn't come home last night, there was no way he'd let me out again.

"I... don't know," I said quickly as I opened the door. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him before hurrying inside, my heart racing.

Inside the house, my father stood in the living room with his back to me, talking on the phone. The call was on speaker, so I could hear the girl on the other end clearly.

"I think she knows too much. We need to act fast before this gets worse. Please...do something now," the girl pleaded, panicking in her voice.

The voice sounded familiar. But I convinced myself I heard wrong so I moved closer to be sure.

"Relax. It's been twenty one years. I'll deal with anyone who tries anything," my father replied coldly.

"Kill them. All of them. And bury them immediately!" she snapped.

My stomach twisted. I knew that voice. I knew it. For years she claimed she hated my father; and he told me to stay away from her but I refused. Or was I dreaming?

That was my best friend's voice.

'No it is not, you're wrong Freya,' I told myself, pushing the negative thoughts out of my head. There was no way it was her. She hated my father. She only cared about me.

"Fre..." My father paused then turned and froze when he saw me standing behind him before he could finish saying her name.