Chapter 2 EMBRACED BY DARKNESS

CHAPTER 2: EMBRACED BY DARKNESS

SELENE’S POV

One would assume I’m being rescued—taken far away from those dangerous men who want to break me, claim me in ways my mind dares not imagine. But whatever you’re thinking, you’re absolutely wrong. Yes, I’m being pulled away from them, but this time into an even darker place. Handed over, possessed almost, by a stranger who feels like the reigning king of darkness himself.

There’s no way to explain it fully, but there’s something about him—the way he grips my hand, the way he pulls me closer, holding me tight against himself. Everything about him radiates raw, dangerous power. I don’t even have to touch him to feel it. The aura emanating from him spins my mind, sharp and dizzying, heightening every sensation in my body. I moan involuntarily even as he drags me deeper, farther into the pitch-black shadows of the club.

I fought with the other men, but I can’t fight him. Not now. This overwhelming energy, this heat pulsing between us, blurs my thoughts. My eyelids flutter uncontrollably. He drags me into a dark room—so dark I can’t see a thing. Complete darkness coats everything.

There’s no preamble, no warning, no preparation. Suddenly, he presses me against the cold wall, and I feel the full weight of him—God, he’s huge. I mean massive—taller than me by what feels like a whole head, maybe more. My face rests against his broad chest as his arms wrap tightly around me. I can feel the roughness of his skin beneath my fingertips as his hands roam from my neck down to my chest, squeezing my breasts hard enough to make my eyelids flutter even more.

I am utterly lost. My head tilts back, breath hitching into a long moan as I arch my back against the wall, surrendering to the wild fire igniting inside me. The aura swirling around him intensifies everything I feel—like a flame that refuses to die out, spreading through every inch of my body.

And I can’t deny the undeniable pull stirring deep in my belly. I don’t want to fight anymore. Somehow, my hands find their way to his solid bare chest, tracing the contours of his glistening muscles. God, the sensation only makes everything stronger. I tiptoe, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck as he grabs my ass, pulling me off the floor, forcing me to coil my legs firmly around his waist.

I don’t care that I can’t see his face through the darkness. He doesn’t speak—there’s only the sound of our ragged breaths, gasps, and low moans filling the room. I know the heat burning inside me is impossible for him to resist, no matter how powerful or commanding he seems. The tension enveloping us consumes him as much as it does me, silencing any thought but raw desire.

He doesn’t lead me to the bed, which I assume is somewhere in the room. Instead, he holds me tight against the wall, rips my skirt apart in one brutal, urgent movement. Strangely, I don’t care. I don’t care that I’m about to be taken by a stranger. After everything I’ve suffered, after all these years of holding on to morals, to restraint, to dignity—it means nothing anymore. If I keep resisting, I’ll only end up shattered, humiliated before my so-called friends, broken and mocked.

I wrap my legs around him tighter, surrendering fully to the wild, raw sensation coursing between us. There’s some mystical force pulling us together, strings tugged by something deeper than reason, something primal.

My moan echoes through the darkness as I grip him hard, stroking, caressing his body. He groans, burying his face in my neck, trembling like he’s barely holding on. The need in him is too intense—he’s lost control, and I’m right there with him. The overpowering aura surrounding him scrambles my senses, turning my mind to fog. I see the edges of my vision whitening, my eyes fluttering uncontrollably. I am no longer myself. It feels like possession, like a surge of something ancient and insatiable coursing through my veins, amplifying everything tenfold beyond even the cruel grip of those men in the club.

I urge him silently, wrapping my legs tighter, begging him to take me—take what his body craves so fiercely. And just like I expected, he doesn’t hesitate.

God, I fucking love him.

I feel the tip of him brushing against my entrance, slow and teasing, coaxing me open like a key turning in a lock. I arch my back, crying out, feeling stars explode behind my eyelids as he gradually parts me, slowly breaking through the barrier I’ve kept safe for so long. Soon, I am completely opened to him.

He slides deep inside me, filling every inch, overwhelming my senses. I tremble against him, gasping with my back pressed to the cold wall, my eyelids fluttering and rolling back in a haze of pleasure and disbelief.

He gives me no time to recover. No space to catch my breath after he takes me, after he shatters what little protection I had left. Grabbing my hair roughly, he tilts my head, planting searing kisses all over my neck as my legs clamp down tighter around his waist.

Then he plunges into me—hard, wild, untamed, and deliciously brutal. The sensations surge higher than before, like a flame licking every nerve ending. My spirit feels as though it might be ripped from my body as I shiver, clinging to him, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of pleasure flooding through me.

Good heavens, what is this? This fierce need that grips me? Why do my muscles tighten and tremble as if being pulled apart? Why does every nerve in my body feel alive, stroked, ignited?

I am not myself right now.

I cry out loud, struggling to endure the intensity as my legs squeeze him tighter, urging him on. He moves faster, slamming his hips against me with relentless power. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoes around the room, driving me wild. I shudder, moan, gasp—my body consumed by this overwhelming fire.

He doesn’t relent. He doesn’t let me go. He only moves faster, deeper, as the world dissolves into a blur of desperate need and intoxicating, supernatural heat.