~LUNA~

"Yes! Eric! Yes! Harder, please!! Oh, God!..."

The redhead's screams were still sounding loud in my head as though I was still there watching him slam into her. He had never been that wild with me. Always treating me like I was fragile and that any wild sex positions might break me.

Even the music blasting from the stereo mounted at strategic places in the hotel's clubhouse couldn't drown their voices ringing on repeat in my head.

Nor did the swaying of bodies on the dance floor shut out the events playing so vividly in front of me.

This party was supposed to be a welcoming distraction— at least, that was what Mia told me as she dragged me out of her apartment this evening.

How ironic that I went down to his apartment to surprise him with the meal I prepared for him since he said he wasn't feeling well. But I was surprised instead. Right there, on his bed, Eric was banging furiously into Sylvia, my coursemate and the bitch that I never saw eye to eye with. Awesome.

Tears continued trailing a pathway down my cheeks as I recalled them all— the way she twisted and squirmed underneath him while he flipped her to whichever position he deemed fit. I could finally guess what he meant by wild. The sex positions as well... He had never tried them with me.

I tasted the saltiness of my tears, a reminder of how stupid I was. My elder brother Michael had always warned me about him. He never trusted Eric's intention towards me. But I was blindly in love and saw no fault with him.

Hissing, I drowned the remaining champagne in the flute and blindly reached for another on the table, but a feminine hand stopped me before my best friend Mia bounced on the couch beside me, her brows narrowed.

"Really, Luna? You are going to sit here and drown in champagne all night?" She asked softly, her gaze boring into me.

I eyed the champagne as though it was my lifeline before I let out a deep sigh.

"I don't feel like dancing Mia," I muttered, as more tears poured out. I collapsed into fresh sobs on Mia's shoulders.

"Luna..." She cooed softly, letting go of my hand and wrapping me in her arms.

"You have to get that asshole out of your head. Don't worry, Sylvia will have me to contend with once school resumes." She said with a note of finality.

But her threat did nothing to repair the heartache in my heart. "Instead of him telling me what he wanted, he decided to get it from Sylvia. Who the fuck says I can't have wild sex?" I continued my lamentations as a pool of tears framed my face, almost choking me.

"Luna!" Mia called again, this time a little loudly. "Do you want to kill yourself because of this asshole?" She reprimanded.

"In his words: You are too modest and non-thrilling in bed. Sex with you can never be fun. So, yeah, it's over between us." Those were his last words to me before he pushed me out. Can you imagine?" I continued sobbing, my breath coming out in pants as I hugged Mia tightly.

I shut my eyes tightly, as if that would stop his animalistic voice from ringing in my head. Instead, more tears poured, and my body shuddered greatly.

"Jesus! Luna! Get a hold of yourself! You are bigger than this."

"I need something stronger!" I muttered, shrugging out of her hold. I needed to shut his goddamn voice from my head.

"Of course not! I'm not letting you leave this —"

I stood up sharply but ended up falling back against the couch. I was already tipsy, but I wanted more drinks.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" She yelled when I took a step. Slowly, I turned to her.

"There's a VIP bar in this hotel, right? That's where I am headed." My voice was already cracked and blotchy from too much crying.

Mia raised her hands and let it fall beside her. "But you don't know the—"

I waved her away. "I can find it." I took another step and turned, a new resolution surging through me. "And I am going to prove him wrong. I am going to have wild sex." With that, I spun around, leaving— her open-mouthed—staggering a few bits before walking out through the front door.

Someone brushed past me as I stepped outside, causing me to lose my balance. I was already swaying towards the wall when masculine hands caught me and I fell directly into his rock-hard chest. Our gaze met swiftly and held.

I blinked to steady my gaze, which was getting blurry, but I didn't know if it was a result of the effect of the champagne kicking in or his magnetic blue gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and my breath hitched. His voice was so deep that it reverberated through my chest. I gulped and blinked again, shrugging out of his hold. He let me.

Then my gaze started wandering over his body. God! He was extremely tall. And his rocky chest that cradled me earlier was as broad as I imagined, paired with his extremely broad shoulders.

When I finally looked up to meet his gaze, he was staring down at me expectantly, his blue eyes doing nothing to assuage my shuddery breath.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked again. His gaze screamed patience and understanding.

I opened my mouth to assure him that I was okay— even knowing I wasn't. "Direct me to the VIP lounge," I muttered instead, but as soon as the words rolled out of my lips, I decided against it at that moment, remembering my earlier resolve.

I inched closer to him, standing directly underneath his chin. "Let's have wild sex?"

His face registered immense shock— wide-eyed and jaw-slacked as he continued gazing at me.

"You are drunk," he muttered. That deep voice again. I closed my eyes to digest its effect before opening them and shaking my head.

"Tipsy, not drunk." I didn't give him room for further protest before I stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his, my hand circling his neck and pulling him down. He stiffened against my hold, not making a move to reciprocate,

But immediately my tongue grazed his lips, he tore them apart with a low growl and slid his tongue into my mouth, nibbling on my lower lip hungrily.

My knees felt weaker with each kiss, and before I could stop myself, I jumped on top of him, straddling him as I whispered hotly against his lips.

"Take me somewhere."

~LUNA~

"Are you sure about this?" His deep, crispy voice rumbled through me, even though our bodies were no longer pressed against each other. We were standing in front of a hotel room, his gaze fixed on mine searchingly.

"Once we go in, there's no going back." He continued when I didn't say anything immediately, allowing me to rethink my obviously stupid decision and go back.

"Yes," I muttered as my determined gaze met his. I was done being careful. A touch of recklessness should suffice. I was tipsy, but still in control of my reasoning. I climbed the elevator with him, knowing fully well what I was getting into. I needed to prove an asshole wrong— have wild sex. Break, if I could— since I was fragile.

"Let's do it." I held his gaze with a challenging tilt of my head. After a few seconds of holding mine, his gaze dipped to my lips and the intensity of it sent chills through my spine. I mentally shook my head. Maybe it was the alcohol seeping in and not the fact that his gaze was doing things to my insides.

The beeping of the key card dragged me out of my thoughts. He was staring at me while opening the door. Not just at my face, his gaze hovered over every part of my body. Another chill, plus a tingling sensation that emanated from nowhere. Focus! Luna!

We walked into the suite room and the first thing my eyes took in was the king-sized bed that stood in the middle of an exquisitely furnished spacious room.

But that was before his mouth came onto mine with such intensity and hunger that it made my knees grow weak immediately.

"Still the alcohol," I chanted within as I willingly parted my lips for him. It was a shock that he didn't waste time claiming my lips, and didn't hesitate to trail his big fingers down the small of my back.

"He's just in a hurry to get this over with and not because he's taken by you." I tried to believe the voice ringing in my head as he guarded me to bed. Our lips were still devouring each other's while his hands roamed around my back demandingly.

The chills intensified, and my entire body pulsed in the wake of his touches. I wanted more.

‘Just the heartbreak and the alcohol making you wild.’

He groaned as his lips left mine and started trailing a path from my cheeks down to the hollow of my neck as he laid me down on the bed. My lips parted, eliciting a moan that I couldn't hold back.

This guy was a total stranger and I didn't know the extent of his cleanness, despite the fact his musky scent was assaulting my nose, and the way he looked so prim and proper in that white dress shirt and well-tailored black pants he wore.

But I wasn't talking about physical cleanness. I meant sexually. He had already zipped my gown and slid it off my shoulders, still licking a path down my shoulders when my hazy mind kicked into action.

Breathlessly, I held his shoulders and stepped back.

His brows furrowed before he let out a cocky smile.

"What? Change your mind already?" His crispy deep voice had to be illegal because it always sent a deep rumble through me. That which I chose to ignore.

I scoffed. "You wish." I wasn't ready to give him a win. "Are you clean?"

His cocky smile metamorphosed into a grin as he closed the little distance I previously created. My body stiffened. I thought he was going for my lips, but his face slipped past my cheeks and made for my ear.

"Shouldn't you have asked that before kissing me senseless and jumping on top of me, hmm, dewdrop?" My eyes snapped shut as goosebumps erupted through me. Gosh! The rumble again.

"I..." Honestly, I had no idea what I was about to say, but before I could utter any gibberish his lips circled my ear lobes and his teeth dug softly into the flesh. A loud moan escaped my lips. How did he get to know about that spot being one of my most sensitive spots? I didn't dare ask that.

My mind chose that moment to zero in on his last words.

"Dewdrop!" I echoed as my eyes fluttered open to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. My body shook at the intensity emanating from it.

He nodded, his cocky grim, still in place. "Don't worry, dewdrop. I'm clean. And FYI, I'm going raw."

My eyes widened at his declaration, and before I could protest, my legs were already parted and straddling him. I didn't know how he got there.

"Now, let's give you that wild sex you have craving for." He purred while his fingers shifted my lacy panties and slid in. The slick sound of my center surprised both him and me.

"My! You are so wet, dewdrop." My pupils dilated. I wasn't just wet. I was dripping. I couldn't feel the juices dripping out of my center.

He freed his cock in no time, by sliding down his pants and thong.

My lips fell several inches apart at the sheer size of him.

"God! You are so—"

"So befitting to give you the wild sex you so desire, yes?" He replied firmly.

My lips slammed together in resignation. Great! I wanted him and would have to go ahead with it, break if I might, but I wasn't ready to give him the last laugh.

So, without thinking, I arched my hips up higher to meet his huge and lengthy maleness.

"Then why don't you go ahead with it? Show me what you got."

A low growl rumbled from his lips. "Don't dare me, dewdrop. I won't go gentle."

A mischievous smile crept across my cheeks as my eyes hovered over his rocky chest. His shirt had already left his body, leaving me with a gorgeous sight of his broad chest and sensuous abs. My mouth watered.

"Good! Because I don't want you to."

With another growl, he tugged my gown. "Off!" he commanded. I shimmeyed out of my gown immediately, my gaze never leaving his. I wanted to gauge his reaction.

His jaw slacked as he beheld my near-naked state— left in only my black lacy bra and panties. I didn't waste time in taking them off as well.

Then he gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bubble up and down, before he leaned down and swiftly slid inside of me.

A gasp tore through my lips. "You are so big." I managed to utter as he slid deeper. Another moan left my lips.

His cocky grin was back again. "And I am going to enjoy watching you beg me to go slow, dewdrop." He uttered in a husky voice as he picked up pace, dragging my moans to the next level. Oh, God!!

~XANDER~

I left the party because I wasn't feeling it. Halfway to the door, I had already decided it was a bad idea to join Ace and my foster brother, Andy, for an evening out. I wasn't in the mood to party or frolick with any girl tonight.

"Come on, Xander. A little unwinding won't hurt." Ace, my personal assistant, and a friend had chanted to my ears before dragging me from the office to the hotel.

A couple of minutes in— watching him, Andy and the other guys joke over drinks and women rocking them unabashedly, I decided this wasn't my scene tonight, surprisingly.

I'd quietly slipped out when they got distracted and was happy that I would be making it to my condominium without interruption when I crashed into her.

The 'her' that assaulted my lips and straddled me with the notion of having wild sex. It was obvious that she was a little tipsy— if not drunk— and I wasn't supposed to entertain any advances she made towards me after rejecting a ton at the party, but there was this certain pull to this young girl. It was more like a magnet.

The push to give her the wild sex she desired. It wouldn't be my first time having a one-night stand. Heck, I didn't do relationships because I didn't want any lady to be used as bait by my enemies to lure me out.

"She's just another girl among your sea of conquests." That was what I kept telling myself as I rammed into her with great force— from different angles— watching her screaming and coming apart for the second time that night.

I gave a lady double orgasms in a row! And multiple sensations pulled towards my lower region begging to be released, but I wasn't done yet.

"Still want me to be gentle?" I asked, my voice a rough coarse. Her breath was ragged and her body was still buckling from another high-ride orgasm. I expected her to plead for mercy.

Instead, she shook her head. "Harder!" She rasped, and my body shook at the direct impact of her husky voice. I tried to shut off any form of feeling as I usually did with others.

But watching her looking so gorgeous and spent, a certain feeling I couldn't describe swirled within me, but I pushed it aside as I increased my pace, slamming the headboard into the wall and watching her gasp, sigh, scream, tug on the sheets and the flesh of my ass.

The sensation down below built up to the point that I couldn't ignore it anymore. With her third loud cry and her body buckling against me, my ejaculation spilled out, causing a loud groan to escape from my throat.

I collapsed on top of her to gather my breath, but when I caught myself and realized our intimate position, I tried to get up, but she circled tightly against me.

"No! Let's stay like this please." Her body was vibrating and her sensuous, dewy, pale green eyes flashed at me innocently, increasing my heartbeat a notch.

I tore my gaze away, deciding that this was too intimate for a one-night stand. Her body felt so small against my large one and the contact of her pussy against my cock, made it harden and I cursed inwardly. Geez! I needed a distraction.

"I hope this met your criteria of wild sex?" I surprised myself, asking, when my gaze found hers again. Her eyes were hovering over my face before finally settling on mine with a lazy smile.

"It really did," she breathed before her eyes slowly fluttered shut, her curly brown hair splayed against the bed, her face all relaxed and innocent. God! She was gorgeous. But before I could let my gaze drown in her face, I slid off of her and laid by the side, my eyelids snapping shut almost immediately.

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"... home tonight." Ace's baritone voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up sharply at him.

Blinking, my eyebrows narrowed at him. We were inside my office and I summoned him to discuss the new tech project my tech company would be undertaking. We had managed to do that before my thoughts drifted to the happenings of last night— against my wishes, of course.

She left before I woke up. No lady had ever done that. And I had no idea if I would ever see her again. Worst of all, her heavenly screams just wouldn't leave my head, coupled with the image of her fragile body. Dammit!

A sharp snap of fingers dragged me out of my thoughts, and I was forced to stare into Ace's probing gaze.

"What?" I asked a little too sharply.

Ace backed away from the mahogany table a little, sinking further into the upholstered chair across from mine. "Easy, there, Tiger. I was asking if you would be coming home tonight."

I rarely slept at my main building. I left it for Ace most times— for reasons best known to me— I spent most of my time in my condominium. I could guess why he was asking that.

"Why?" My brows were still furrowed. "Wanna bring some chick over and pretend the house is yours?" He always did that with ladies who were easily bought over with wealth. I let him have his way anytime.

He shrugged. "Not really. But I am bringing home someone. She's special." He threw me a wink. Speaking of special, I needed to do something to get a certain dewdrop out of my head and my system.

With that resolve, I stood on my feet and dragged my suit jacket from the back of my chair.

"You can have the house to yourself, Casanova," I muttered as I circled the door and headed for the door. "And close my office on your way out." With that, I sauntered out of the office, with only one place in mind— the club where I usually picked girls who had no knowledge of who I was.

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Just when I thought I was already getting in the mood. My cock was rock hard and my breath hitched with anticipation to slide inside someone.

The brunette on top of me, clad in nothing but her lacy red panties, slid gently on my cock, moaning in anticipation. But just as my hand reached to part her panties and sink into her, a certain dewdrop screams and moans filtered into my ears.

The moan of the brunette wasn't near as heavenly as it sounded. God! What the fuck was wrong with me?

Hissing, I rolled her off me and got down from the bed. Without another glance, I left the hotel room, cursing myself for letting myself hang over a random girl.

I wasn't thinking when I drove my Lamborghini out of the hotel premises that night. I had only registered where I was headed when my car pulled to a halt in the parking lot of my main building. Shit!

I remembered Ace's plans of bringing a special girl over, but I shrugged it off.

"This is my house."

With long strides, I made my way across the lawn and let myself into the house. I knew the code, of course.

The freezer in the kitchen was my next stop. I decided to be discreet in my movements so I would give him the privacy to take care of his business.

I just needed to grab a plate of ice cream to cool my heated body, after which I would head to the shower and—"

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" My thoughts were interrupted by someone crashing into me. And when I looked down to see who was loitering around my kitchen, my gaze took in the dewy, pale green eyes that had been haunting me.

"Dewdrop!" What the fuck was she doing here? Wait! Was she the special girl Ace mentioned? It fucking better not be!