This chapter is dedicated to Minooiii
Thank you for your consistent support and reviewing my novel. I know you were looking forward to this so here you go ;)
Smut/Explicit Warning, feel free to skip this chapter if you are not comfortable with reading such material.
Song dedication for the chapter: Killshot (slowed + reverb) - Magdalena Bay
      LAYLAH
Oh my god this is it, I was going to have my first kiss right now, with a tall, handsome stranger in a club. His name is Zade, that's like straight out of a romance novel. Can't wait to tell my future children I kissed a stranger at a club, called Zade. Wait, what if he's the father of my future children oh my god-

My mind was all over the place as my heart drummed in sync with the music. I closed my eyes as he lifted my chin, staring at my lips with those dreamy hazel eyes.
Almost there-
Someone shoved into Zade and me, throwing us apart...no-
I opened my eyes as I felt a someone grab my wrist, yanking me into them. I was looking straight into Mikhail's eyes_fury and vexation brewing up a storm in them, his face centimetres apart from mine. His features were twisted in anguish, his jaw clenched_his gaze so intense, I felt I would melt into a puddle at his feet if he didn't look away.

Before I could even ask what the hell he was doing, his right hand cupped my face as he brought his lips crashing down on mine with an almost bruising intensity.
What's happening? Why is this happening?

I saw Zade telling Mikhail to fuck off as he attempted to pull him away from me, but Mikhail wouldn't budge an inch.
It had taken some time for my body and mind to really process, that I was kissing, no...being kissed by my captor, Mikhail Ivanov. This was my first kiss, His hands snaked around my waist, tugging it towards him until the only sheath that separated our perspiring bodies were our clothes.
I could feel his chest rise and fall against mine, his heart racing just as fast as mine.
His eyes were shut tight, like he feared what he would see in my eyes for him if he opened them.

I brought my hands up to his chest. It was firm and damp_every inch of his shirt drenched in sweat. I kissed him back, gently, reverently. A chaste kiss that only involved our lips. His expression softened_the tension that had welled up in his body released in the form of a heavy exhale against my mouth. I kissed him, like the pair of lips I had always dreamt of kissing were his_like I had been waiting for him to kiss me for eons.
Everything around me_us_became a blur.
All that mattered now was him and I_Mikhail and Laylah.

I don't know why he kissed me, I don't know what this kiss was meant to confess, or what it meant for our future. But I know I wanted more. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze dipping from my eyes to my lips. The rage in his eyes had been replaced with hunger and lust. He wanted more too.

His hand traced up my spine, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch. He plunged his fingers in my hair, just at my nape, forcing me to look up at him as he pulled them. This time, he devoured my lips with his mouth, his tongue. My fingers dug in the collars of his shirt as he pushed deeper into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue_ tasting alcohol and his frustration on it. I moaned softly as he parted my legs with his knee, pressing it against my core and my panties that were already soiled....

The sounds our mouths made together was music to my ears.
His hand caressed my thigh, and I gave in as he pulled it up to his waist, thrusting against me. I whimpered against his lips, desire coursing through my veins.

I looked at the string of saliva connecting our lips as I broke off the kiss to gasp for air.
"Just a kiss and you're out of breath sweetheart...I wonder what will happen if I go any further?" He whispered against my ear, licking the shell of my ear.

My body trembled, I felt like I would faint any moment now.
"Do what you will Luna, but the next time you try to kiss another man, the only place you'll be meeting him again will be at his funeral," he planted a kiss on my lobe before pulling away.

"Mikhail...," I held onto his arm. I prayed he'd hear my silent beg. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.
His lips curled into a delinquent smile.
Zade was nowhere in sight by now, nor did I care where he went anymore.

"What is it sweetheart? Do you want something from me?" He lifted my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes. My knees threatened to give away any moment.
I nodded slowly_if I didn't know before, I was sure now that my face was completely red.

"Are you looking to lose something more than just a kiss perhaps?"
I nodded again. Every second that passed felt like an hour. Every second I spent away from his touch_it was excruciating for me.

"You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want, like a good girl. I can't fulfil any of your wishes unless you state them clearly to me."
Fucker knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Take me home, Mikhail. I wanna go back home with you," I whispered in his ear.
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The drive back home was painfully silent, save for our ragged breaths and me gnawing at my nails as I stared outside. I had attempted to make conversation but it had gone something like...
"Mikhail...?"
"Don't call out my name like that unless you want to lose your virginity in the backseat of my car."
That was enough to tell me that the only conversation that would be taking place tonight would be back home...and it wouldn't involve any talking.

As we stood in the elevator, wordlessly, Mikhail finally broke the hush between us.

"The elevator takes exactly thirty three seconds to reach the sixth floor and it takes an additional twenty seconds to reach my apartment and unlock the door. That gives you almost a minute to decide if you want this or not. Once we enter my apartment, and you haven't said no, nothing can stop me from taking you. You will no longer find the civility and patience in me that you are used to, tonight."

Mom had always told me that I shouldn't...have sex...before I get married. But...

The elevator came to a jittery halt and I stumbled, finding myself in Mikhail's arms once more.
"Careful sweetheart," he cooed, as he brought me up. I gulped as I watched him strut towards his door, rummaging for his keys in his pockets.

Only twenty seconds left...oh god...I really shouldn't...

He unlocked the door, and to my surprise, entered and closed it behind him without waiting for me. I walked over to the door, half excited, half terrified. My hands trembled as I closed my fingers around the cold metal knob and pushed it open.

This was going to be the best or worst night of my life.

Weird, the lights in the living room were turned off and Mikhail was nowhere in sight. I squinted into the dark, fumbling for the light switch as I entered cautiously. Someone ambushed me and captured my wrists, pinning them against the wall besides me. The door shut with a loud thud and my heart nearly jumped to my throat. Mikhail's mordacious chuckle shook me out of my stupor.

"Do you want things like this with all your...friends?"  Mikhail roamed his knuckles along my cheek, bringing them to my lips. Blood rushed to my head.
"How dare you, you were the one who kissed me-"

His fingers squeezed my cheeks, digging into them as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to complain...I really did...
I kissed him back, revelling in his taste...his warmth, his touch. His hand slid down to my throat. There was a squeeze.  But then he released it_like he was holding back.
I brought his hand back up to my neck and I felt his chuckle in my mouth.

"Oh Luna...you're not as innocent as you appear...hmm...?" He choked me gently, releasing me after every few seconds. I leaned on one leg, then the other...my core tingling...begging for more of him.

His lips wandered down my lips, my chin and found their way to my neck. I moaned as he kissed the arch of my neck softly. His hands fondled my breasts over my dress, as he nipped at my neck. He sucked on my neck, my shoulders_I could see the marks he left even in the dark.

"You don't mind do you? Besides, you're stuck in this apartment with me for the rest of this week...no one will get to see them, except you and me," he whispered before he resumed leaving hickies all over my neck and shoulders.
My knees trembled, as I clutched on to him for dear life. I leaned my head against the wall, biting my lip as he pinched my nipples over my dress. He could yank it down in a second if he wanted...but he was playing with me. Playing with his prey.

His right hand slid under the hem of my dress, his fingers skilfully making their way in my panties. I moaned as he sunk the tip of his middle finger in my pussy. Instead of going deeper, he moved it in and out slowly, watching me intently.
He pulled his finger up between us_coated in my fluids.
"You're clearly enjoying, this aren't you?" He sucked on it, inhaling deeply.
"Fuck...you taste just as sweet as you look, sweetheart."
The way he said it sent tingles down my spine, all the way to my core.

"I need more of this," he murmured,"I need more of you." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom. He kissed my exposed thighs, my hips as he carried me_every kiss leaving me more breathless than the last.

He gently lowered me onto the bed, kissing me once more before he got on his knees at the edge of the bed. I propped myself on my elbows, my eyes unable to leave his for a single moment. I felt like I was floating somewhere within a depraved, bawdy dream or fantasy of mine.

Mikhail kissed my ankle, setting my skin ablaze with even more kisses from my calf to my thighs. No, this is definitely my reality. I was going to have sex with Mikhail. With the Crimson Painter. Oh God. And I was really looking forward to it.

The room was dark, save for the moonlight peering through the window and dancing on our shiny bodies and faces_slick with sweat and desire.

Mikhail kissed everywhere but my slit_driving me to madness as he toyed with my pleasure. Finally, I felt his lips press on the tiny gusset on my thong that was far too small for me. And then a lick. I got up to remove my thong for him but he ripped it apart are the strings with his bare hands_like they were made of paper.

He tossed it aside without a second thought, his fingers curling around my thighs and squeezing them. He moaned his appreciation as he dragged his tongue all over my pussy. His lips sucked and kissed my clit. My head spun and I gazed up at stars that weren't even there. Oh god whatever this feeling was, I wanted more of it.

He snapped his fingers, bringing my attention back to him immediately, "Eyes on me Luna, I don't want you to miss a second of me eating out your beautiful pussy."
I gulped and nodded slowly. My fingers dug in his bedsheets as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit while his finger pulsed in me slowly, back and forth, rocking me closer to an orgasm.

When he felt I was ready enough, he pushed in another finger that I accepted with a whimper. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I have to prepare you for what's next. If you're having trouble with this, my cock's going to be a far bigger problem," he looked up from between my legs with a grin that made me a little nervous.

"Don't flatter yourself," I replied, adjusting myself to the sensation.
"If you can still talk, that means I'm not doing a good enough job," he whispered before replacing his fingers with tongue and his thumb rolled my clit. I moaned loudly as his warm tongue explored me within_I felt a pressure in my core, aching to be released.

"Go on sweetheart, cum all over my tongue. Or we'll go back to fingering and I'll be much rougher this time if you don't cum for me." His tongue swirled and pushed against my walls. My thighs squeezed his face and I worried if he could even breathe down there. It was as if he read my mind so he spoke, "Don't worry about me sweetheart, this is fucking perfect. Just focus on cumming for me."

I kneaded my fingers in his hair_rolling my hips against his mouth as I edged towards an orgasm. It came, like an explosion that spread its after shocks to the rest of my body. My body burned and tingled and then thriving, pure ecstasy flooded my veins, throwing me in a trance. I couldn't remember the sounds or faces I made, hell_what was my name...?
Luna...?
Laylah...

"Luna, Luna...?" Mikhail was on top of me, brushing back a few strands of my hair on my face, behind my ear, "how are you feeling?"
"I-I'm good," I managed breathlessly. He smiled at me_soft and genuine at first_before  twisting into a sly smirk in a split second.
"I can make you feel even better," he whispered before kissing me again. I tasted myself on his mouth_a tangy flavour that made me feel sinful to be familiar with_but it only made me wetter.

He pried my dress down my shoulders and chest_leaving my chest bare and my nipples to pebble in the cold night breeze that blew through the window. His calloused palms caressed my breasts in slow circles, his thumbs rolling over my nipples gently. I almost bit his tongue as he gave them a hard squeeze and began massaging, fondling them roughly.

"You have no idea, how long I've wanted to do this," he lowered his mouth from my lips to my breasts, licking his lips like a starving beast. He peppered them in mellow kisses while his hands cupped them. I hissed as he sucked and nipped on my nipple without any warning.

"Does that feel good, hmm?" He pinched my other nipples between his fingers. I nodded immediately.

"That won't do sweetheart, say it out loud. Let's try that again. Do you like it when I suck on beautiful tits?" He looked up at me rolling the tip of his tongue over my swollen nipples.
"Y-yes, Mikhail. I really like it," I whispered, astonished at my obedience and shamelessness.
"Just like that, good girl," he whispered before rewarding me with hickies all over my breasts.

He pulled back, staring_as if admiring his work_his marks.
"What's wrong?"
"You almost look like you're mine, mine to keep, mine to fuck whenever I want," he drawled, capturing my lips in another kiss. If only he knew that he had me wrapped around his finger right now_I'd do whatever he asked me of in this moment.

I brought my hands to his collar, unbuttoning it. He retreated almost immediately as I moved on to the other button. It took me a second to realise what was wrong.
"Mikhail, please," I kissed his jaw, "please let me see you."
"We don't have to take my shirt-"
"Please, Mikhail," I kissed his neck.
"Please," I kissed his adam's apple.
"Fuck...Luna. You're going to be the end of me."

I smiled against his skin, undoing his shirt as he gave in to me. It was my turn to tease and play with him. I slid off his shirt_kissing every inch of his skin as it was revealed. I could spot a tinge of red in his cheeks even in the dark. His body was just as beautiful as his face. Even with his scars, he was flawless to me. He was lean but muscular enough to show that he took care of his health and body. His pale skin rose and fell over the slight curves of his abs while slight, dark hair bestrew his chest and navel, descended down towards his crotch that was still concealed by his pants.

I began to undo his belt, eager for more but he caught my wrists.
"No, tonight is about you Luna. Your pleasure," he said making me sit up.
"B-but I-"
He shut me up with another kiss. I cupped his face, kissing him back. I couldn't help it. I wanted to kiss him again and again_it was so addictive_how would I go back to not kissing him again when this night was over? I didn't want to think about it just yet.

I felt him reach for something in his bed side drawer, and a wrapper being torn apart in the silence.

"What are you doing?" I asked between our kiss.
"Making sure you don't carry my bastard," he chuckled against my mouth. God, how stupid could I be, of course he was going to put on a condom, it's not like he was going to eat a fucking candy right now.

"Though I wouldn't mind having babies with you," he grinned, pulling away to undo his belt. I was going to reply back sharply but found myself dumbfounded and my eyes fixated on his cock as he pulled down his pants.

It sprung out and he brought me down on his crotch from my hips, hard. I whimpered, as it pressed against my pussy, my swollen clit.
"Familiarise yourself," he ordered with a smirk. My face heated with the embarrassing memory from the last time he said it. The friction of his cock against my pussy was pure ecstasy. I ground my hips against him, watching his face flush and his lips part in an inaudible moan.

I rocked back and forth at an agonisingly slow pace, moaning against his ear as he held me tight against him.
"Fuck, you're such a naughty girl Luna. I had no fucking idea."
I winced as he smacked my ass out of nowhere.
"Mikhail!" I protested, only to receive a sharp slap, harsher than before. I bit down on my lip.

"Sorry, couldn't help it sweetheart. You're built like a goddess," he massaged my ass, soothing my stinging skin. "Enough playing around," he pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs apart. His voice, low and deep, washed over me like a cold, silk cloth.

I watched him slide the condom over his entire length. He tapped his tip over my pussy, a victorious smirk appearing on his lips as strings of my cum clung to his tip.
"I'll try that it doesn't hurt, but if it does, call out for me, say my name," he leaned his forehead against mine, kissing me as he let go of my hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm ready Mikhail."
"I know," he groaned as he drove into me, "I can feel it baby."

My fingers dug in his skin as I felt my walls stretch apart in ways they had never before. It definitely hurt_my eyes teared up_but I wanted to go on. I wanted to go on until the line between pain and pleasure was blurred. He shoved his entire cock inside me and stopped, letting me get used to breathing with him inside me.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so perfect, like your pussy was made just for me," he growled. My walls contracted even though there was no space for them to relax. I took in deep breaths_almost as if his cock had filled me up enough to leave me with no space for air.

"Easy Luna, I-I won't last that long if you keep this up." I watched beads of sweat trickle down his chest and over his abs. Even in this chilly night, our bodies were blazing.

Mikhail began pummelling his hips in to me mercilessly, and I received him, one breath at a time. "I want to fucking break you Luna, I want to watch you unravel under me," he moaned. He wasn't far from achieving his goal.

The stinging and burning had transformed into a sinful bliss and every thrust felt like heaven. He hit a certain spot within me that made me see fucking stars_my shrill moan gave it away.

"M-Mikhail, I'm going to c-cum..."

"That's it. That's it sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl. Cum all over my fucking cock," he commanded between ragged breaths as his hit the same spot ruthlessly, until I my eyes rolled back and I came apart under him. My legs trembled, as I laid there panting, utterly vulnerable and naked under him. At this point, I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me, as long as he made me feel like this again.

"That's my girl," he whispered, caressing my cheek, his thumb tracing my cheek affectionately, "you did so well baby."

He grabbed my hips, still fucking me as he edged towards his own climax. And when he finally did, he laid next to me, staring at me like I was some miracle. Something in his eyes told me that we weren't done yet. And that we'd do this again and again until neither of us could move an inch.