The chilly night air hits me in the face as I creep out of the back door to the balcony. I fold my lips, pressing them tight as I drag the door slowly behind me. When it clicks softly shut, my stomach drops.

I don’t hear a sound or anyone calling for me. I sigh with relief.

My eyes scan the dark as I pull the long black leather coat tighter to my body. My heart races wildly, like it’s going to leap out of my chest.

I must not be seen. Not even by my father, after he had instructed me not to go to my last day of high school after-party and had ordered his security guards not to let me leave the house. But I can’t miss it, not for anything in this life.

I had patiently waited for my father to sleep before dressing up and grabbing a long black coat to cover the filthy dress I’m wearing. To everyone, I’m asleep, and that’s how I intend to keep it until I’m back by dawn.

I can’t miss the after-party for anything. I have to be there. I have to experience the last day with my colleagues.

I don’t know why my dad won’t let me go. I’m no longer a kid, I’m eighteen, and I’ll be going to college soon. I seriously can’t wait to leave this bondage of a mansion.

I can never forget how thrilled I was the day I found the hidden routes in the woods that lead to the main road. I’d screamed for joy that day, and since then it’s been my escape out of the house, just like now.

I step down from the balcony to the granite ground, tipping the toes of my boots toward the garden path and quicken my pace into the dark woods behind it.

My heart squeezes as I go deeper into the forest. I don’t bother looking back. I can barely swallow my breath at the moment, and looking back will only increase my fear.

Cold air breathes into my lungs along with the fresh scent of leaves, musky wood.

The forest is too dark, I can’t see clearly, but I know my way. My legs tremble as I follow the familiar path, dry leaves crush under my feet, crickets sing in the air, and the trees sway with the breeze.

I tighten the jacket on my body, my boots digging into the dirt.

I’m almost there. I’ll soon round the corner and get to the main road.

“What the. .” I hiss under my breath as I brush away an insect that flies across my face.

My long black hair falls around my face, swinging with the breeze.

I can now hear the faint sound of car tires speeding away. It’s a narrow road, and cars rarely pass, but it’s a short walk to the commercial road.

My skin ripples, buzzing with excitement. I’ll get to the road soon and hurry down the commercial road to hail a taxi to the bar where the party is taking place.

I march down the last stretch to round the corner, but a torchlight suddenly flashes past me.

I freeze. My heart skips.

What’s that?

Please don’t let it be what I’m thinking. I really need to go to this party.

I need to hide before the light comes again.

I haven’t moved a step when the light lands on me. This time it stays, shining brightly.

“Who’s there?” comes a gruff voice.

The kind of voice that doesn’t need to be raised to be heard.

My chest rises and falls as terror crawls up my spine.

Dry leaves crunch under weight. The torch burns brighter.

I clench my teeth and turn around. The sharpness of the light hurts my eyes, and I squeeze them shut before opening them again.

I see the black boots the security wears and black pants, but I can’t see the face of the person holding the torch.

I raise my hand over my face to block the light as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Miss Betty,” he calls, whispering as he clicks off the torch.

I breathe a sigh of relief and drop my hand. I look at him, finally seeing his face.

One of the guards. Tall, muscular, and standing like the forest belongs to him.

“Raphael,” I hiss under my breath.

I can’t hide my irritation.

Just when I thought I’d successfully escaped, he had to catch me.

“Where are you going so late at night?” he drawls, eyeing my coat. “Or rather, sneaking off to?”

I grind my teeth, eyeing him, but not respond.

He chuckles.

He raises a brow and jerks his head toward me. “Keeping quiet won’t help you, Betty. You should start talking before I call the attention of your father.”

I stiffen.

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say.

I can’t let him inform my dad. I have to say something, even if I have to lie.

“I… I… I’m just getting some fresh air,” I whisper softly.

“Woah. So far from the house. What happened to the garden, the pool area, the balcony?”

Fuck, this bastard.

My shoulders drop. I blink my eyes, giving him my most pitiful face as I groan.

“Fine, you’ve caught me, but please, just pretend you didn’t. I really need to attend this party. Please.”

He smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Oh,” he says, staring at my coat without saying another thing.

I shift my feet, my patience running thin.

He’s wasting my time, and I need to leave really fast before another guard sees me.

“Let’s see what you have under that coat. Clearly, you can’t be showing up to the party in just that.”

What?

My eyes widen at the inappropriate request.

“What the hell do you mean? Raphael, do you know I’m your boss because my father pays you?”

He shrugs. “I know. But if you want me to help you, you’ll have to obey my instructions.”

I stand, stunned.

If I don’t obey him, then I’ll have to answer to my father.

Fine.

I reach for the zip, drag it down in one breath, then I pull open my coat, wild open for him to see and just let me go.

He clicks his tongue and takes a step forward, still smiling, eyes still twinkling.

My hands tremble as his eyes devour every inch of my exposed skin.

I’m wearing a very nasty outfit, I know, and that’s why I covered it.

My boots are high up to my mid-thigh, my wrap skirt so short it barely covers my small, perky ass. From my waist upward, I’m bare until my boobs, only wearing a halter-neck top that cups them and nothing else.

“You’re practically undressed,” he whispers darkly.

I can’t see his eyes very well, so I can’t tell how aroused he is, but I notice the bump growing in his pants.

“Desperate measures call for dirty things,” I bite back.

If my dad had agreed, I would’ve worn something more modest because he was going to see me. But since I’m sneaking out, I might as well go all the way, and I swear, I prefer this.

I drop my hands from the coat and raise a brow.

“Now that you’ve seen my outfit, can I leave? Please,” I add the last word with a sneer.

“No.”

His disapproval cuts through my growing anticipation. I glance sharply at him.

My fingers curl, pinching into my palms.

What more could he want?

His lips curl upward and he steps closer. My body trembles, the hair on my body rises. I can now see his eyes clearly.

Dark as ink, blazing like flames.

My legs soften to jelly as the heat travels down my body. I can now see the desires in them, and he isn’t even hiding it.

He grins widely.

My legs go weak and I stumble back a few steps just as my butt comes in contact with a tree trunk.

My heart skips, watching him as he walks closer.

“What… what are… you… doing?”

I bite my teeth, my irritation flaring at the fear that’s evident in my voice.

He raises a brow, stopping in front of me, directly in my face.

“What does it look like?” he drawls, his voice too dark.

He leans closer, his face pressing to the area between my neck and shoulder. He inhales, and I tremble.

My stomach dips, and I feel warmth spread through me. His breath hits my bare chest, and my nipples harden under his watch.

Fuck.

What’s happening to me?

What the hell is he doing to me?

My fingers curl up, digging into my palms, and I grit my teeth.

“How much are you willing to give to keep your secret, huh?” he whispers, then lifts his head to stare at me.

My lips tremble but no words come.

I didn’t see his hand move until it slips past my skirt to my panties. I hiss before I can stop myself.

Thick, fat hand. Strong fingers, rough and hot.

My hips buckle. My eyes flutter, trying to stay open as his hand palms my core.

“What… are you doing?” I squeak.

My breath rises. I hold his gaze but I can’t bring myself to move away.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he drawls. “Are you that excited? So you like to play?”

“I… I,”

I don’t even know what I want to say, but I don’t want him to remove his hand, and I don’t want to admit it either.

My chest rises and falls shakily, every breath more difficult than the last.

He remains unaffected as ever.

A soft grin on his face, his posture still erect while I’m almost puffy against the palm between my legs, cupping my heat as lightly as ever.

God. Fuck.

I want him to move his damn hand.

Fuck, fuck, I can feel my pussy pulsing, wetness pooling in my panties.

“Will you do whatever you want to do, I have a party to get to.”

I hiss out, but the slight trembling in my voice can’t be missed.

He flashes me his pant-eating smile.

I gasp.

My heart seizes in my chest as his fingers make contact with my entrance.

“FUCK!”

The word rolls off my tongue with a gasp.

My thighs quiver, clenching around him.

His hand starts to move, his fingers stroke my pussy folds, rubbing on the little bud between my folds.

I gasp but I couldn’t say a word.

God, he’s our security. I should be alarmed, I should reprimand him, but my thighs only open wider.

I wrap my hands around the tree behind me as I helplessly stare at him and buckle my hips like a shameless slut.

"Yeah, daddy’s girl. Take it like that,” he whispers. "Bet you haven’t been touched by a real man before, huh? You like this? Tell me, I'm going to keep your secret.”

I hiss, my eyes flash. “Goddammit! Just do what you want to do and let me go.”

“That’s more like it,” he says.

His fingers push into my entrance and my vision blurs for a second.

Fuck fuck fuck.

My mouth hangs open, my breath seizes in my chest and I can’t breathe.

He leans closer, moving his head downward to my chest. My body trembles as I struggle to swallow my moans with his fingers pumping into my hole.

Soft wet sounds ring in the air.

I pant, grinding my hips forward. I don’t want him to stop. I want to scream at him for more but I don’t.

This is unlike any other time I’ve made out with guys my age. Raphael’s fingers are too strong, sending harsh strokes into my vagina, unlike their soft thin ones.

I would be a fool to pass up this experience even if I wouldn’t admit it; I’m definitely going to enjoy it.

Yesss… more please, more.

Don’t stop. Fucking don’t stop.

Take me all.

Goddd.

His breath burns my open chest area, the space between my boobs, then I feel warmth close around my right nipple before his tongue lashes onto the hard bud.

“Godd…” I cry out before I can stop myself.

His fingers are still soaked in my wetness, twisting and stretching my insides and now his hot tongue is on my sensitive nipple, fuck.

“Please,” I whisper.

I let go of the tree and grab onto his neck, burying his face deeper down my chest.

“Yes, more please.” My hands shake around him. “Don’t stop.”

It’s getting to be too much and I can no longer control myself. I’m getting closer to the edge, I can fucking feel it.

My waist rocks faster, slick moisture slides down my thighs. The slapping sound becomes wetter, sloppier but I don’t care, I only want the release.

I reach up to my halter neck top and pull down the fabric, revealing my naked boobs to his face.

“Just suck the damn thing,” I snap, pushing his head down before he can say a word.

“Mmmm,”

My toes curl, my eyes shut tight at the wet warmness. His other hand cups my other breast, pinching the nipple and fondling it.

“Ohhh…”

I arch up his body, bouncing off his hand.

My stomach tightens, my brain sparking like a touch of electricity and exploding right away.

“Oooooh. Oh, oh, oh, fuck…” I squeeze around him, his fingers and neck.

My body trembles, dancing like a leaf in water. His fingers don’t stop pushing into my pussy and his tongue doesn’t stop sucking my boobs.

It’s too much, God. I can’t take it, but hell if I don’t.

“Yess, yes, oh yes.” I scream, my eyes squeezed shut till the tornado washes away.

My body falls limp against the tree, his fingers slide out of my swollen folds, and he finally lifts his head.

A wicked glint sparks in his eyes; he licks his lips and moves back.

My chest rises and falls rapidly, my eyes follow his movement as my breathing returns to normal, and my eyes catch the swell in his pants.

Huge.

Painfully hard.

My curiosity peaks, I want to find out.

My knees give out under me and I reach for his belt. His brows raise, his lips curl up but he doesn’t stop me.

“Getting ahead of yourself, Betty? If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were just so desperate to keep your secret.”

He clicks his tongue but I don’t mind him as my focus is on undoing his pants. My hands move faster, pulling down his zipper and dragging the pants and briefs down.

My eyes widen, my lips fall open at the horror before me. I didn’t move my head fast enough as it sprang upright, hitting my cheek and stretching upward to the monster behind him.

My eyes follow the length and I meet Raphael’s wink and I swallow, realizing that my mouth is dry.

I return my gaze to the horror itself.

Fucking huge.

It’s as huge as the size of my arm, with thick veins stretching around its pale skin, pulsing angrily like it’s going to explode.

My heart squeezes in my chest as I stare at the ten-inch cock with a plump, dark mushy head, glistening with precum.

“I want to taste you,” I blurt out, my body freezing at the sudden request a little too late.