A Sinful Night

Two stranger

ISABELLA’S POV

The bartender pushed my drink towards me and without thinking I picked up the glass suddenly feeling hot and gulped the whole thing down. It burned my throat making me regret why I had not taken my time to drink it like a normal person would. It wasn’t vodka for nothing.

Squinting my eyes shut as the burn increased, I placed the cup down as the feeling dissipated. My head spun to the side hoping our eyes would meet again but instead I saw him talking with someone else. It was more of them flirting with each other and from the looks of it, he seemed to be enjoying it. The way she sat close to him didn’t sit well with me and I felt this rage rise up in me. I felt I should be the one by his side instead of that slut.

“You’ve only just seen the man Isabella” a voice rang in my head. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want him entertaining anyone but me and knowing that he could choose whoever he wanted to spend the night with just made my skin itch with irritation.

I continued to stare like a complete fool until I realized how desperate that made me look. I took another glass of shot and drank it up before pushing myself off the stool and heading to the restroom. I hadn’t had much and I was already feeling like my bladder was about to give out.

Once I was done with my business, I washed my hands and clutched my purse before making it out of the restroom.

“Damn girl you look good in that dress.” I heard a man say from behind me. The bathroom being across the hall made it easy for people to walk down to the rooms in the back.

“Excuse me.” I tried to walk past another who stood in front of me blocking the way. It seemed as though they followed me down here and knowing I had no one to put up a fight for me made my stomach churn in a bad way.

“Come on baby, we’ll show you a good time.”

“No thank you. I’m a married woman.” Again I tried to walk off but this time the one from behind me gripped my arm and pulled me back.

“Really? What is a married woman doing in a club by herself if she isn’t trying to get some? Plus I think that you’re lying. Where’s your ring? Show me?” the man standing in front of me said, his eyes darkening as if he was getting angry.

I was the one getting harassed and he was the one getting angry?

Remembering the ring attached to my necklace, I pointed to it “Here, this is my ring now, let go before my husband gets upset.”

Before I knew what was happening a hand gripped my necklace and yanked on it forcefully.

“You’re going to have fun with us whether you like it or not.”

ALEXANDER’S POV

“She said she isn’t interested.” The men froze a fraction before turning their heads towards me. My hands were clenched in my pockets as I approached them. She looked taken aback just the way they were. I crouched to the ground and picked the shiny necklace on the floor and wrapped it around my hand and put it inside my pocket.

When she entered, the first thing I noticed was how attractive she was. She wore a sports bra that pushed up her breasts, making them stand out. Her beauty was captivating and it caught my attention instantly. I couldn't help but be drawn to her presence and charm.

Damn! She had s*x in legs.

I shifted my gaze from her hips and breasts to focus on her face. I realized she was looking directly at me, her wide brown eyes fixed upon mine. She wore the familiar expression that women often had when meeting me for the first time.

Although I tried to engage in conversations with others, I found myself comparing them to her. And what got me to take my eyes off of her was the ring on her finger. She was someone else’s even if she looked irresistible. f**k her husband was damn lucky.

I tried to keep my eyes and mind off her but I found myself darted back to where she was seated until I looked to find her missing. From behind her I could see that a few men had their eyes hungrily watching her and it made my blood boil that I could not gouge out every sinful eye that looked at her. The men left their seats minutes later and that told me what they were up to. I had hoped that I was wrong by walking up here, I hoped that for their sake they had gone down the hall to where the rooms were but instead they were as expected harassing a certain damsel in distress.

The men seemed to have lost their confidence, because they backed away the moment they saw me walk closer. Compared to them, my height was something to be afraid of. My eyes weren’t as clear as I would have hoped them to be but I was pretty sure I could take them down.

“I know you’re not deaf, let the pretty lady go.” My hardened expression mixed with my hoarse voice snapped them out of their trances and in an instant they let go of her arms.

I almost sighed in relief thinking they were about to walk away but I relaxed too soon.

“And who the f**k are you? f**k off.” One said, making chuckle at the weak attempt to scare me off. The other removed a knife and I heard a gasp from beside me. I waited for him to move and when he didn’t I stepped closer to get them to see just how big I was. Still they didn’t run away which impressed me in a second but I was over it immediately.

The one with the knife swung at me, his hand in flare as he got determined to cause me pain. I was already boiling at this point and just wanted to be left alone with her.

I grabbed his free hand and pushed him harshly, kicking his leg in the process to disbalance him. As I pressed him against the wall, I snarled as the other lunged forward towards me.

Using my knee, I kicked him on the rib and threw him down on the ground. I slammed the one I held to the wall so hard he passed out immediately. The other cried out and began begging for me to let him. I punch on the face and I let him go.

“Get your pathetic ass out of this place, next time I won’t spare you.” I sneered at him.

“Are you alright?” I asked my eyes to meet her. She stood frozen in her spot and her eyes never left mine. My eyes darted to her lips and for a moment I was tempted to put her into me and taste them.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip and her brows arched like she was deep in thought. She had been drinking too and it was clear that she too was tipsy. Then she marched up to me and in the fraction of a second she crashed her lips on mine in an enchanting and hungry kiss. The words are conflicting but they fit so well in the same sentence.

I should have pushed her away but instead I snaked my arms around her waist in a possessive hug—She smelled arousal, her lips tasted like cherries and I wanted nothing more than to eat them up until I was satisfied. I deepened the kiss and a moan escaped her lips making me grow hungrier for her. I knew she was married and I haven’t wanted any woman like I want her right now.

She melted in my arms as if she knew it was where she belonged. The thought of her being married made me greatly jealous of the man who got to have her. I wanted a taste of her and if this was it, I wasn’t going to let myself miss out tonight.

I pulled away from the kiss, earning a whimper from her. “Let’s get out of here.” I breathed my lips barely on hers. There was no turning back now.