Chapter 6

Kyda

“Harder,” I pleaded, and I quickened my pace, striking that spot over and over, until I thought I might lose my mind with the pleasure of it.

My orgasm blissfully washed through my body.

He didn’t pull out but slowed his rhythm, allowing her to catch her breath. He started thrusting roughly inside me. It was like falling into heaven again, and every time, he plunged into me.

“Fuck, Kyda,” he gazed at her, his eyes hazy with desire. “You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Mmm…. Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled deeply.

I was close. The muscles in my stomach and thighs were twitching; my breath was shorter.

“Fuck, Tristian, I’m going to come. Oh God, I’m going to come, I’m…” I cried, my mouth dropping open.

“God, you’re perfect,” he sighed, releasing inside me again.

Slowly he pulled out of me and dropped beside me. After catching his breath, he went to his bathroom.

I dozed off.

The next morning, I was the first to awaken, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in the luxurious room. I have no recollection of the previous night’s events, let alone how I ended up in this room. I move the duvet and find myself naked

I try to get up, but something heavy is anchoring me back to bed. Not only that, but I look to my side and find a man's arm around my waist. And here comes the panic as I move his hand gently, trying not to wake him up.

"What have I done?" I whisper with panic creeping into my voice.

What happened last night? Why am I in bed with a stranger? I ask no one in particular.

You went to the club, got drunk, and slept with a stranger. My brain starts stating the obvious with no solution.

"Shut up, not helping, Brain," I mumble to myself, trying hard to stop myself from having an ultimate meltdown

Stop panicking and take a deep breath... Great, I am talking to myself now.

Breathe, Kyda, breathe. There’s no fucking time to panic.

 

Despite my body heavily disagreeing, I force myself to concentrate on the matter at hand.

I mean, I landed in the bed of a strange man with a dangerous background and experienced multiple orgasms.

I have to escape before he wakes up. It’s over. I’m never going to see him again, and I got what I wanted. There’s nothing else to think about. Absolutely nothing at all. No reason he’d want to track me down. Nope.

Thankfully, the stranger is still sleeping. I get dressed quickly, grab my purse, and, without a word or farewell, flee the penthouse.

I arrive at my apartment, which I share with my friends, utterly confused about what had transpired the night before. After a relaxing warm bath and a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, coffee, and toast, I set out toward Inara and Amara's room to get some answers about the night.

I hurriedly knocked on their room's door. You won’t believe what happened last night, Amara. I messed up big time, I confess, my anxiety palpable.

“Come on, don’t overreact; everything has a solution. I’m sure it wasn’t a big deal,” Amara tries to reassure me.

"I think I fucked a stranger last night," I admitted, my voice trembling with uncertainty. I could feel my cheek heating up with embarrassment.

Amara squealed and laughed wickedly. Her laugh would have Cinderella’s stepmother running for money.

“You did what?” Inara exclaimed, completely taken aback by the revelation.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Amara questioned Inara, who was staring at me with her mouth open and wide eyes

I glared, mouthing to her, “I hate you.”

You acted like half of the horny women population around the world, who gave their virginity to a stranger and regretted it. Big deal!

Have a couple more drinks and move on. Amara says, smiling cheekily at me.

It's 7 am, Amara. Stop giving useless advice! Inara exclaimed from her bed.

“If only I regret fucking him,” I mumble to myself.

What did you say? She asks, raising her brows.

I recount everything that had transpired to the best of my recollection and understanding.

And not to my surprise at all, Amara squeals loudly. Her voice woke the rest of our housemates as they came tumbling into her room.

"It's too early for your screaming, Amara," Inara grumbled from her bed.

What happened? Alexandra asked, her eyes half-closed, standing with the support of the wall.

You should be happy you got something to compare with. You're going to be stuck with one dick. Elara states dryly, dismissing us with a single wave of her hand.

“That’s what I am worried about, and I am not touching Atlas even if he is the last man on this earth,” I say, frowning to myself.

I open my mouth to speak, but my phone rings with my worst nightmare as I read the name on my phone.