Forbidden Entanglement: Lusting After My Fiance's Dad

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Aurelia's POV.

A group of armed men followed the mystery man as he was led to the VIP section of the club. He must be really important, I thought to myself, sipping the last drink in my glass.

“Hey!” I called out, catching the attention of the bartender. “More drink, please.” He nodded and poured more vodka into my glass. As I took another sip, I couldn't help but steal glances at the man in the VIP section. I was curious to know who he was and why he was being given such special treatment.

As I glanced over at the mysterious man, I realized that he looked older, probably around the same age as my father. But there was something about him that made him attractive. His eyes were piercing, his jawline strong, and his posture confident. I could feel my cheeks flushing as he winked at me. I quickly turned away, trying to hide my embarrassment by focusing my attention on the strippers and taking another sip of my drink.

“Ma'am?” I heard the bartender call my name, and I jumped, nearly choking on my drink.

“Yes?” I responded, my voice a little hoarse from the shock.

“You're invited to the VIP section,” he said, and my eyes widened in surprise. I turned to look at the mysterious man, who was still smiling at me seductively. I felt myself blush again.

“Okay,” I said to the bartender, as I quickly gulped down the remaining drink in my glass. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I made my way to the VIP section. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. When I reached the mysterious man, he looked up at me and smiled. He was all alone.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, taking my hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. “Sit,” he said, making room for me on the couch. As he placed his hand on my thigh, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “What would you like to have?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Anything,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He let out a soft laugh, his breath warm on my neck as he leaned in to mix me a drink. I watched him add ice cubes and pour in a clear liquid, then he handed it to me with a smile.

“For you, my lady,” he said softly, his gaze locked on mine.

“Thank you,” I replied, my cheeks burning red.

“Shhh,” he said, putting a finger to my lips. “Anything for a beautiful damsel like you.” He said, running his fingertips on my face, and my whole face flushed red. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure.

"This is nice,” I said, gesturing to the cocktail he had made me.

“I can make more for you,” he said, flashing his perfect, white teeth. I couldn't help but stare at him, his eyes as blue as the ocean, his cheekbones high and sculpted, his nose pointed and perfect. I was mesmerized by his looks. How can he be this f*****g hot, I thought to myself?

“Hello?” he said, waving a hand in front of my face. I snapped back to reality.

“So what was a damsel like you doing there alone?” he asked in a low, sultry voice. “I mean, where is your boyfriend?” He continued as he turned his head to glance over my shoulder, as if searching for the imaginary boyfriend.

“What if this damsel is here…alone?” I replied, mirroring his tone, letting my voice linger on the last word. I could feel the tension building between us, and a slow smile crept across his face. His voice was low and husky as he spoke.

“Then be my guest.” He leaned in, and his lips brushed against mine. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I gasped. His lips lingered on mine for a moment, and then he pulled back, studying my face, probably to see if I want this too. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He reached out to brush a lock of hair from my face, his eyes never leaving mine.

I hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, unexpected, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He responded immediately, pulling me even closer, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. I straddled him, taking the lead, and he let out a soft moan. His hands moved to my waist, then my back, and he pulled me in even tighter. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine. I could tell he was enjoying this as much as I was.

We pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch our breath. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers fumbling slightly. He sat up a little, letting me slide the shirt from him. I trailed my hands down his chest, exploring the lines and planes of his body.

“Slow down, princess.” He chuckled, holding my face in his hands. I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

“I can't.” I said as I leaned in to kiss him again. I let out as soft as his slick tongue viciously went around my neck. I was dizzy with desire, feeling myself losing control.

I dismounted from him, my body flushed and hot. I reached for my drink, taking a long sip as I tried to catch my breath. I watched him dress, buttoning up his shirt and straightening his hair.

“I want you to dance for me,” he said, his voice low and suggestive.

I could have said no, could have put a stop to the whole thing, but I was tired of caring what my father thought. I was tired of pretending to be someone I wasn't. I was tired of my life being decided for me. f**k my dad, f**k the arranged marriage.

So, I smiled, and said, “Okay.”

I closed my eyes and took another sip of the tequila, the room spinning slightly as the alcohol hit me. I stood up, nearly losing my balance, but righted myself before he could reach out to steady me.

“I'm “I'm fine,” I said, my voice light and airy, trying to hide how dizzy I was feeling. He nodded, but I could see the doubt in his eyes.

I stood on the stage, the lights dimmed, and the spotlight focused on me. My heart pounded as the music began, its beat filling the room and echoing through my body. I closed my eyes, letting the rhythm consume me.

I began to move, my hips swaying to the beat. With each step, I felt a rush of power, a confidence I hadn't known before. I felt his eyes on me, I was seductive, sultry, and beautiful, exuding a presence that couldn't be ignored.

I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on him. He was staring at me, his eyes cold and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey. I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was powerful, dangerous, and I was in his sights.

I blew him a kiss, my lips curling into a mischievous grin. I winked at him, a challenge in my eyes. I felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing that I was controlling the situation, that I could manipulate him with my every move.

He stood up, and I knew what was coming next. The tension in the room was palpable, the air crackling with anticipation.

He walked towards me, he held my jaw and our gaze met, I could see the burning lust in his eyes, making me aroused. He leaned and kissed me hard, and I kissed him back. He quickly picked me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands on my butt, pressing it gently, I could feel his erected c**k poking my stomach.

His actions sent shivers down my spine. My heart was racing, my breath was coming in short gasps, and my head was spinning. I felt my inhibitions melting away, as the pleasure built and my desire grew. The voice in the back of my head that told me this was a bad idea was growing fainter and fainter. I pushed it away, instead focusing on the moment, on the thrill of being with this man, someone I barely knew. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling.