The Grave Mistake

Alina jerked back hearing the masculine voice from the back. She gripped her purse nervously seeing the Six feet, four inches figure standing in front of her showing his back. He was standing in just pants leaving his upper part bare. Nervous gulps passed down her throat continuously sensing the change in the air. The room soon starts to feel suffocated by his presence. and it got more tense when he turned to face her.

He was the embodiment of raw, masculine allure. an insanely handsome man with a presence that demanded attention. His face was rugged and stern, chiseled by life’s hardships but exuding an undeniable charisma. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones framed a pair of intense honey-shaded eyes that seemed to see right through you, glinting with a dangerous edge and a hint of mystery.

Her hands start to get sweaty seeing his dominating stare. She felt like he was looking straight into her soul.

His body was a masterpiece of strength and discipline, with a perfect eight-pack that rippled under his skin like a sculpture in motion. Broad shoulders and defined muscles spoke of power and control, every movement precise and calculated.

She felt like time stopped the moment he laid his eyes on her because she couldn't seem to move an inch out of the spot seeing how dangerously his eyes were looking at her. it screams the arrogance and power he holds.

Across his back, a notable tattoo of devil wings spread out, dark and intricate, hinting at a rebellious spirit. The ink differed sharply against his sun-kissed skin, making him appear even more formidable. a man of both beauty and darkness, someone who could captivate and intimidate in equal measure.

“I apologize. It wasn't intentional.”

She replied with a low tone without actually knowing how to reply to him. She doesn't have any idea how to speak to him in the first place. Because the person who was standing in front of her has offered billions to have a one night with her. The man who has priced her body without her consent. And she was standing in front of him without even being able to tear off his skin for taking her as prize.

“get on the bed. You were wasting my time.”

Her lips thinned hearing the rough tone of him. She clutched her purse tighter at his command. Her tears were fighting to fall out. She couldn't bear the fact it was about to happen. She's gonna lose the possession she's been saving all these years for the special man. She hoped for something to magically happen to save her from this situation. Like someone like Genie, who would appear out of nowhere and get her away from here. hiding her inside the magic lamp.

But no. None of such mythical creatures are gonna save her tonight. She is going to be used and that's the final output. She thought sarcastically while taking a seat on the bed.

At Least he doesn't look as creepy or psycho as she imagined. She was grateful about it in her unfortunate situation.

The moment her bottom touched the mattress she realized, he led her towards the bedroom and waited in front of her to see her get started. accepting her fate, her trembling hands slowly reached the shoulder to slide down the sleeve.

•••

Aaron had been watching her every moment with intriguing eyes. He was somewhere amused by her mute behavior. Because all the time, the escorts would throw themselves into him the moment they reached him. He would feel enough by the time it ends.

It would be a boring session every time because of their fake expressions and actions. every time their company was just to ease him a bit from the pressures he went through. Managing the businesses worth billions wears him off completely sometimes. This short time somewhere helps him to relax. But it would never be satisfying. Today also he expected something like that.

But the Moment his eyes caught the first look of her. He feels something strange. Something different about her aura. It's not the usual nose itching with strong perfumes with fake eyelashes. There's something new about her presence. Her quiet behavior with a nervous posture gives him a new vibe. He was amazed to see how her hands were shaking when she was sliding her sleeves.

When her hands release her shoulder, he is taking a clear look at her this time.

She has a petite, curvy figure standing at five feet tall. Her hazel green eyes are captivating, with a tiny mole adding charm to the corner of her upper lip. Her full lips enhance her striking appearance. Her black hair is straight and sleek, perfectly complementing her Barbie-like skin tone. Her fully arched eyebrows frame her face with elegance, adding to her overall alluring presence.

Her upper body is petite yet shapely, with softly rounded shoulders that gracefully blend into her slender arms. Her collarbones are delicately defined, adding a touch of elegance to her frame. Her chest is modest yet well-proportioned, enhancing her overall curvy silhouette. The satin dress she is wearing, hugging her body like a second skin.

He was captivated by her beauty, especially by how natural it was. Unlike the other girls he'd met before, there was no trace of surgery or enhancements. just pure, unfiltered allure.

Well, that's what amazes him in the first place. She does not look like an escort. She seems to be completely mismatched to the scene.

As she began to remove her dress, he felt something shift within him. It was as if the air grew thicker, charged with an unexpected intensity. His heart raced, and a wave of warmth washed over him, far beyond anything he had anticipated. He had admired her beauty, but seeing her in this vulnerable, intimate moment stirred something deeper. The sight of her natural curves, the way her skin glowed softly in the dim light. it all sparked a fire inside him, an intense and undeniable heat that took him by surprise.

He was surprised by his own change of feelings. He knows it's new and something just took birth. But he didn't mind that at all. Because the intense spread-out moment didn't let him break the spark. He slowly went closer when he saw her sleeve string tangled with her hair.

“Wait! Let me help you!”

He said with a deep intensity taking the string from her hand. His hands slowly worked on ways to free her waving hair from it.. she inhaled a large amount of breath the moment she felt him so close. She clutched the bedsheet tightly feeling his bare chest was touching her almost bare hands. She closed her eyes realizing he had released her hair.

“Lay down!”

Her breath hitched the next moment after hearing his stern command. her body shivered due to the overwhelming anxiety. But she wasn't in the place to resist. She silently lay down on the bed with closed eyes. She decided to keep her eyes closed until he was done with her.

but it seemed to be impossible the moment she felt him take her dress away from her completely. Soon she felt the cold breeze touching her entire self and freezing her on the mattress. She tries to cover herself with a bedsheet, but her hand halts midway at his voice.

“Don't cover yourself. I want to see you completely.”

He hushed her while drinking her beauty with his predator's eyes.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze locked on her as she lay on the bed, her body bathed in the soft glow of the night light. She made no effort to cover herself after his command.

her bare skin gleaming like marble, every curve and contour a work of art. He was utterly captivated, lost in the sheer beauty of her form, the rise and fall of her breath drawing him closer, pulling him into a trance. A powerful urge surged through him, a primal desire to claim her, to feel her warmth against him, consuming his thoughts until nothing else existed.

He gently moved between her legs, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned closer. The scent of her, delicate and intoxicating, filled his senses when he nuzzled against her neck. It was subtle yet enough to stir something deep within him, a quiet intensity building inside. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness, the softness of her skin beneath his lips, feeling himself drawn further into the moment. It wasn't just desire. It was a deep connection, growing stronger with every heartbeat.

He can't seem to believe, for the first time he is desiring someone. For the first time, it's going to be a different night than the other regular nights.

A silent smirk appeared on his lips seeing her biting her lips nervously. She seemed to be so anxious about their closeness. And he can't seem to understand why she was nervous in the first place.

“Look at me!”

He told her in an almost whispering way. She looked deeply into his eyes. He starts to feel an unspecified feeling again. The nameless feeling he felt for the first time. The growing possessiveness he begins

to feel every passing second.

“Look into my eyes when I get inside you.”