Page 4 of Not Your Hero

We pull up at a hotel, and he climbs out, walking around to open my door. Valet rushes toward us, taking his keys and hurrying around the car. The man, whom I didn’t even bother to ask his name, helps me out and leads me inside on my unsteady heels.

We make it through the lobby and into the elevator, riding it up to whatever floor he’s on. The numbers all blur together when I look over to see what they say.

When we reach his floor he leads me off the elevator and straight to his room. Once we’re inside, he wastes no time grabbing mywaist and pulling me against him. His lips crash into mine, and I can taste the alcohol on his breath. It's not that much different from mine.

“I … I didn’t ask your name,” I mumble between kisses. He groans and gets back to working my mouth over, and somehow, that makes me forget what I just asked him.

His hands are warm as they travel under the hem of my dress and skim up my sides. A shiver rolls over my body, and a moan falls from my lips.

The man finally pulls away from me and I almost whine from the loss of contact. He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. I can’t make him out clearly as I rapidly blink my eyes, trying to. He stands there waiting for something, but I don’t know what. I sway on my feet as my eyes take him in before snapping back to his face. It’s too blurry as he takes a step toward me.

“Was … was I drugged?” I hear myself ask. This isn’t normal. This isn’t what I feel when I’m drunk. This is something else.

“Perhaps,” he answers in a gravelly tone that sends fire shooting through my body. Once again, I forget the question as he reaches for my dress and pulls it over my head.

“What’s happening?” I ask through the fog in my head.

“I’m going to make you come, beautiful. I’m going to make you scream for more, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll lose consciousness.” Fuck. Is that what I want? I want him to fuck me like that? Yes, I do.

“Please,” I hear myself beg as he chuckles. He steps back once more and nods toward my bra and panties. I grab the wall tobrace myself from falling and pull off my heels before sliding my panties down my legs and kicking them to the side. I move to my bra next while he undresses in front of me. I blink my eyes, trying to get his body to come into focus as he grabs his cock and strokes it in his hand.

“You’re biting your lip,” he states. I furrow my brows when I realize that’s exactly what I’m doing and stop. “You’re bleeding.” He steps closer now, and his tongue swipes out, licking up the blood, and I moan loudly this time.

Chapter 3

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Emerson. Fucking Emerson. She’s naked and biting her fucking lip, and she moaned when I licked the blood off her. Yeah, she’s drugged. I had her drugged. That’s the only way I can have her. I can’t have her see me. I can’t have her look at me the way the others have. The images of other women and the disgust painted their faces when they saw the real me. I can’t do that again.

So she has to be drugged. Every time I’m going to be with her, I will have her the same. I plan on having her a lot.

“You like that?” I ask as I lay her down and slip a finger inside her. She arches her back giving me the answer I needed. I work my finger in and out of her as she shifts and lifts her hips for me. When I haven’t had enough of her, I lean down and inhale her scent. Fuck, she smells better than I thought she would. I stick my tongue out and run it along her clit, and she cries out. I know the drugs are only adding to the effect.

I pull my finger free and replace it with my tongue. I dip it in and out, getting her nice and wet for me.

When I finally have her the way I want her, I pull back and grab the condom. I’ve waited too long for this. Too long to be inside her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my fucking life, and now I have her. At least for the time being.

I tear open the condom and roll it down my length before I move in closer between her parted legs. Emerson looks up at me through the haze she’s in, and I can see the sparkle in her eyes.

“Are you going to fuck me good?” she asks, her tone slurring as her eyes move in and out of focus.

“So fucking good, baby.” She smiles, and it’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve seen. If this were any other world, things would be different. We could be different. I could be everything Emerson needs, but not the way I am. Not the way my body looks.

Ignoring the annoying voice in the back of my head telling me she’s the same as the others, I line up my cock and thrust into her in one motion.

“Oh my God,” she cries out as my cock fills her pussy. I may be bigger than the men she’s been with, and I may not have given her the time to adjust to my size, but that’s too bad for her. I’ve waited far too long for this, for her.

“Fuck, Em,” I groan as I hold myself still for a short second. I need to feel this, feel her wrapped around me. I need to feel the way I stretch her open so fucking wide for me. Her hands come up to rest on my chest, almost as if she’s pushing me back a little, but I won’t let that happen.

I reach up and brush her hands away from me before spreading her wide open and holding her thighs apart. Like this, she can’t deny me anything. Not a single part of her. And I take advantage, too.

I start to roll my hips, getting as deep inside her as I can. Chills run up and down my spine from feeling her like this.

“It’s too much,” she whines as I fuck her slowly.

“No, it’s not. You can take me, baby. You can take every inch of me,” I tell her as I keep going. When I look up at her, her eyeshave rolled back and her lips stay parted as I pick up the pace. Her hands are by her sides, clenching the sheet when I really get moving.

“Oh God!” She screams as I bottom out inside her. Her head whips back and forth, and I move faster and deeper. Her sounds, all the little sounds coming from her, are perfect. They’re mine. Every single fucking one of them are mine.

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