⚠️ the following scenes contains sexual theme. Readers discretion is a must⚠️

She drained her drink with one go and then released a much-needed calming breath.
This isn't right. She thought.
No, she knew but it's too late to back out now. Not when the liquid courage she'd been drinking is already swimming in her veins making her feel brave and reckless.
Not when a man just outside the bathroom is anxiously waiting for her.

She stares at herself in the mirror that eats half of the wall of the elegant bathroom, her hands splayed on the cool granite countertop.

There is something different in her, something she hadn't seen in years. Her skin looks soft and almost glowing, her eyes were wide and bright with sinful anticipation. She feels giddy and scared all at the same time. Her toes curled in her soft furry slip-on. Her hands start to feel clammy and her stomach is in knots.

''It's just sex, Miranda'' she reminded herself, nodding slowly closing her eyes with long dragging sigh. Then Jack's face flashes inside her eyelids, her partner for almost five years and the father of her three-year-old daughter. Her eyes suddenly flew open, bullets of sweat forming on her forehead. Her heart beating painfully inside her chest and she can feel the rush of her blood toward her head.

No. No. No. Shaking her head she repeatedly chanted.

She reached for the faucet and turn it on. She splashed the cold running tap water on her face once, twice, before turning it off.

''Oh, fuck it. It's just one night.'' She looks at herself for one last time before letting herself out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where all her desires and piling temptation lies await in a form of a strong powerful man.

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The room is already dark, soft slow music crooning in with only the silver rays of the moon to highlight the silhouette of the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window. His back toward her, his lean muscular arm splayed on the long vertical window frame, the other nursing a glass of half-empty whiskey while gazing at the gleam of the lights that peppered the whole city, like sparkling diamonds on black silk cloth.

Slowly, very slowly she walks through the short expanse of the hallway illuminated with a soft yellow light that leads to the massive bedroom of Victor Gillium. A thirty-one-year-old business magnate who dominates the world of construction as the biggest distributor and manufacturer from the simplest bolt and nut to the heavy-duty types of machinery.

He's a man of wealth and of power and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He always gets his way with things and no man in his right mind would get in his way. Some call him ruthless, some domineering but he never cared.
That's what scares Miranda, that her agreement with Victor will lead to something catastrophic and irrevocable damage. She fears that after this night, a piece of news about their rendezvous will make it to the headlines that will eventually spread like wildfire.

But one thought about why she agreed after all turn her doubts down.
She wanted to feel alive again, she needed to feel something, anything. And Victor is the only way because he is the only person that made her feel like a ball of saturated sexual energy that is begging to be released. But who is she kidding? Jack is the first man she ever shared a bed with and Jack is the only man she ever slept with so there is a possibility that she was just intrigued and curious as well about how it may feel to do it with someone else, someone strong and powerful. How it feels to be liberated and to explore something she failed to do when she was younger because she got pregnant at seventeen.

But if truth be told, if Jack had been more affectionate, more caring, and if only he made Miranda feel loved and needed every once in a while instead of acting like a programmed robot, Miranda would not even be considered doing it.

Victor felt her presence just like any other time in his company whenever she is near, she is just like gravity, a force, a pull ―he always thought. A small smile forms on his lips, partially turning his head and the silver rays of the moon caress his features making him look like a beautiful work of art. Miranda's heart skips a beat. She almost cannot contain her excitement and the painful need building up inside of her for weeks.

''I thought you had a change of heart'' he said teasingly and as she make her way toward him, she stops mid-stride. Her cheeks heat up, an involuntary chill running down her spine. Biting her lip she answers ''I'm not one to back down'' gulping down the imaginary lump forming in her throat, she rasps.

A low captivating chuckle irrupted from Victor's mouth. He shakes his head, clearly amused with Miranda's slightly harsh response. He had always been amused of her, although he dare not to show it because a part of him is cautiously scared of the things he'd been feeling that he couldn't quite understand.

He drains the remaining of his drink before setting the glass down on the small circular table right next to the empty decanter just two steps behind him before facing Miranda.

He just stood there, drinking in Miranda's appearance. She's wearing a peach long-sleeved dress that her best friend Meg lend her. It sheathed her body like second skin hugging every curve she has perfectly, her hair cascading down her back, her posture alluring and captivating and Victor couldn't find the strength to just stand there and not touch her, feel her, kiss her.

It has always been like this, all it takes for Victor to lose control is to see Miranda. Standing in front of him being utterly oblivious of how damn gorgeous she looks. How sinful those lips of hers make him feel. Heat spreads throughout his body. Thank goodness for the lack of light because Victor's crotch area is now forming an impressive bulge. His body trembled with anticipation.

''Come here.'' He whispers seductively, like a secret in the dark. Miranda immediately feels the ache between her legs, a pressure that needs to be released and she's near insanity with it and the liquid courage is doing the trick. She's on fire and he, to her. They both wanted each other and tonight is the night they had both been waiting for.
Miranda started toward Victor, one shaky step to another. He looked every each a powerful man. His wearing a white satin long-sleeved button-down with the sleeves folded back to his elbows and he left the first three buttons unfastened where some of his chest hair peeking.

He's just so.... Male. She thought.

He smiles at her both of his hands shoved deep in his expensive silvery-gray slacks. Her mouth went dry. This is it. She is just a step away from him but Victor immediately covers the remaining distance grabbing Miranda by the waist and taking her by surprise. She gasps.

Without any word, Victor crashes his lips against Miranda's. His kisses were hungry and bruising and a soft moan escaped from his sensuous lips. Miranda feels like melting, and she can't help but think that the feverish passion she feels is like nothing she ever felt before. Victor's kisses were firm, confident, and possessive and she is on fire with them.

She grabs the back of Victor's head and pressed it harder toward her. Their lips were sealed and not even air could escape from them. Victor's hand travels on Miranda's body. Like a tourist in an unknown city. It roamed everywhere, every curve, every hump, every bump until his head is spinning with the delicious sensations pushing him almost over the edge.

''Miranda. . .'' He moans as he was burning with the fire of desire they are both in ''Christ, you taste so good'' he cupped her face and stared at her while they share the same panting breaths from their kiss. It was insanely good, he taught.

''Victor―" Miranda starts to say something in a whisper but Victor easily drowned her words with intense heat.

''Shh, I got you. Tonight, let's forget about who we are, what we are. Let's forget about the world'' his voice is a mere breathy whisper against her lips and she found herself melting, utterly lost for words in Victor's eyes.

She nodded, feeling more confident now ''kiss me'' she dared and a seductive smile spreads across Victor's sensuous lips.

''With pleasure''

He began kissing her slowly, his hands firmly resting on the hollows of her neck. He lapped her lips skillfully, angling his face to get better access. Then his hands traveled down her waist and he has begun to walk them toward the bed. He lowered her gently not breaking the kiss.

Slowly he unzipped her dress from the back and pulled it down leaving her with only her red lacy lingerie. She gasps and crossed her arms across her chest, feeling self-conscious of her body.

''Don't,'' he said, tugging her arms down ''let me see you.''

Miranda gulped at the sudden sensation. A sweet ache built between her thighs. She hesitated, she already have a kid and that changed the way her body looked.

She is worried about what Victor might think when he sees the stretch marks on her belly. He might feel disgusted by it and decides to stop whatever it is they're about to do.

Victor just stood there between her legs, appreciating Miranda's body. She thought he doesn't want to do it anymore so she starts to stand up ''I think I should just―'' before she can even finish her words Victor easily claimed her lips in a slow dragging kiss.

He looks at her, touching her face in a soft sweet caress ''why are so self-conscious? Do you know how beautiful you are? So beautiful It makes me mad just thinking what it would feel to touch you like this.''

Her heart swelled, even Jack never told her that even while they were making love.

Victor gently pushed her back on the bed ''I want you to forget about every insecurity you have. Let me worship your body.'' She gulped as the ache between her legs almost doubled her over. His words made her feel bold and reckless. Something she never felt before.

She followed Victor's words and laid back on the bed like a silken doll. Victor's eyes feasted on Miranda's sensual body as he relieve her of her lingerie. He looked at her face thinking how did this gorgeous creature end up in bed with me? Then his eyes caressed every curve of her supple breast, appreciating every slope up to her nipple. He lowered his body and claimed Miranda's breast in his mouth.

He sucked and lapped one breast to the other until Miranda is already arching her back while clawing the sheets beneath her. Her head is spinning with the raw pleasure that Victor is giving her.

''I thought you'd be rosy pink here'' Victor whispered in his deep velvety voice as he continue to skillfully lick and suck Miranda's hardened nipple ''but you're like milk chocolate instead.'' Miranda's body shivered with his words, his voice and she feels like she was coming anytime soon if he continues saying those kinds of words.

''Victor . . . Please'' she managed to say in between breathy moans. It triggered Victor's blood to boil and caused a new intense wave of arousal he'd never experienced before and it baffled him how intensely raw Miranda is making him feel. Two words are enough to make him impossibly insane with need, the need that makes him want to skip their intense foreplay and fuck Miranda hard and fast till kingdom come. But he's doing his best to restrain himself and savor this night with the woman that he aches for.

''Shh. . .'' He cooed, lips slowly gliding down the middle of her breasts ''I got you, angel.'' His feathery kisses drove Miranda wild, a newfound titillating sensation that unwrapped her new side, an untouched version of herself that is uninhabited and fiercely bold. Her hands found Victor's head and she fisted his hair that causing pinpricks of pain. Victor smiled knowing that he has the same effect on her as she is on him.

Victor's sensuous lips suck on Miranda's navel living trails of sweet pleasure and she's burning with aching need while writhing underneath him. That made Victor feel the animalistic need that only Miranda can make him feel.

He traced one long pinkish-white scar on her belly, the one that starts at the top of her belly button. His eyes lingered there because even those stretch marks look amazingly beautiful to him. She felt him tracing those scars she always hated, when she went stiff, Victor started kissing her scars softly, tenderly almost lovingly and Miranda pondered on that word.

Love. She can't help but laugh inwardly. How delusional she must've been to think that this encounter would amount to anything more than just a one night of sin and lust. She's not even sure what that word meant now.

Forget everything else and just enjoy the night. She thought to herself then she heard Victor murmur ''beautiful. . . Just beautiful'' in between soft feathery kisses. Then his hand started down, from the scar he's tracing, to her hip bone until finally, it glided down toward Miranda's entrance.

"Oh, angel. You're so wet for me" he whispered, kissing her inner thigh. Miranda shivered, goosebumps forming on her skin.

She arched her back and inhaled deeply, giving in to the sensation.
"Victor... Please" she cried before letting out a soft moan.

He continued to suck and kiss her inner thigh until his mouth is on her entrance. "Not yet" he answered dipping down, lapping and sucking her sex then one long slender finger plunged into her, it left her breathless head spinning with the suffocating effect of too much pleasure.
"Jesus, you're so slick and tight. I want to fuck till dawn" Said Victor, as his fingers kept on pulling and pushing Miranda's sex teasing her throbbing clit. She moaned like she never did before and she was almost quaking with the brutal wave of arousal.

"Victor... Just do me already" she demanded, her voice thick and desperate. Victor smiled knowingly as he felt the rush of blood concentrating in his head, he knows that Miranda is almost over the edge along with him and he was just trying to savor the moment. Making it deliciously painful for them both.

"I will angel, I will" he rasped, then with one fluid movement his button-down is torn exposing his lean muscular torso and thrown on the hardwood floor. Miranda instinctively unbuttoned his slacks and swiftly tried pulling them down but Victor did it with one hand and easily discarded it.

Just like that, Miranda never felt so amazed in her life as she sees Victor's manhood sprung to life. He is huge with thick throbbing veins and a glistening wide crest of his precum.

She gulped as she eyes him hungrily, eyes hooded with lust.

Victor saw it, her reaction, and how wildly hungry she is for him. The sudden surge of need and lust doubled Victor over. He is finally doing it with her, a woman he'd been fantasizing about for months now.

He lowered his body on top of hers. His piercing dark eyes pinned her and then he kissed her. Slowly, gently, softly. The kind of kiss that lives trails of tingling sensation in your wet lips, the kind that made Miranda's sex clench even more.

Victor slid his hands to Miranda's supple breast, kneading and teasing her hardened nipple. She arched her back and helplessly offered her body to him and he worshipped her and turned her into a goddess.

His kisses went down her neck, sucking and nipping until he found her breasts and greedily put them in his mouth. He devoured her like a feral beast. Moaning and breathing heavily.

Miranda clawed the sheets beneath her, her head lolling back and forth "oh... Victor... Please"

He positioned himself properly on top of her and pried her legs wider. He teased her entrance by gently rubbing it with the tip of his impressive manhood. The tingling sensation made Miranda burst into flames.

"Say it, angel. Tell me what you want." he coaxed and she moaned his name before saying

"I want you, Victor... Now"

Victor smiled and plunged his shaft into her sex. Miranda bit her lower lip as the new sensation electrified her. It made her mad with need and she knew she wanted more.

Her hands flew on his muscled back and dug her nails on him grinding her hips for more pressure. The sharp pain made him groan with pleasure.

Suddenly he thrust deep and hard

"oh shit" Miranda cried out, her hand now pulling on his disheveled hair. He continued thrusting back and forth as his own breathing gets harder and harder

"Jesus, Miranda. So fucking tight..." he quicken his pace as Miranda moaned his name while writhing with ecstasy. She felt her body caving in like it was going to collapse with too much pleasure any time soon.

"I... I-I'm coming... " she said in a breathy moan. Victor tighten his grip on her hips and quicken his pace and both of their breaths became labored.

"Aahh... Shit, angel" Victor's pace became faster and faster and faster until finally, release. They both burst with pleasure with one final blow.

He screamed her name as they both reached their high. Victor collapsed on top of her, his head glistening with sweat as they both try to catch their breath.

Miranda couldn't believe, how wild and deeply aroused she felt. She never felt like this before, she never felt... Alive.

She pushed back his wet hair and stayed quiet as she listened to their hearts beat. A second later, Victor moved his head from the crook of Miranda's neck to her forehead covering hers with his. He inhaled her scent, so intoxicating he was almost drunk with it. He kissed the tip of her nose lightly and yawned.

"That was amazing" he muttered before laying on his back right beside Miranda. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. "let's stay like this" he offered. Although she was a bit taken aback she smiled and covered his hand with hers.

"Okay," she agreed before they both dozed off.

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Morning light flooded Victor's whole room. The light touched his face as he sleeps soundly. It caressed his God-given features and he groaned as the morning heat bathed him. He moved his hands around as if he were trying to catch something. His brows wrinkled when he realized something.

Miranda's gone.

His eyes flew open and he shielded his eyes when the morning rays blinded his eyes. He closed his lids and pinched them with his fingers. When he opened his eyes he squinted them to adjust to the bright room.

His heart sunk.

She's already gone. She left.

Victor closed his eyes again, remembering their rendezvous last night.

It wasn't his first time having sex and it definitely wasn't his first time doing that one-night stand no strings attached thing but this felt different.

He looked at the empty space beside him where she slept last night. Now there's nothing but a strand of her long blonde hair and her intoxicating scent.

His jaws clenched then he rubbed his hands all over his face.

He doesn't know what it is exactly that he's feeling, all he knows is he got to have Miranda again.

Whatever it takes.