Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Inside the bathroom, Anna gripped the counter, breathing hard.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her skin was flushed. The cool tiles did nothing to calm the heat burning inside her. Her legs felt weak. Every breath dragged through her lips like she’d just run a marathon.

What is happening to me?

She squeezed her eyes shut. The drink. That wine Michelle handed her. It was the only thing she’d consumed all evening. She hadn’t even touched the cake yet.

Her mind reeled as realization slowly crept in.

Michelle. Michelle gave me that drink...

She remembered Tanya’s warning—how Tanya didn’t trust Michelle from the start. She had brushed it off, thinking Tanya was just being protective. But now?

Now her body was betraying her. Heat curled through her abdomen. A need she couldn’t understand pulsed in her core.

And Sam.... his message had said Room twenty. But the man who opened the door wasn’t Sam. He was a stranger. She had been pulled in, almost violated, and now her body was reacting to something she didn’t ask for.

Her cheeks flushed deeper. Her pupils dilated. Sweat beaded along her collarbone.

She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to calm down. Tried to push away the intense ache building inside her.

But it was no use.

The aphrodisiac was in full effect.

And all she could think about was being touched by a man.

Meanwhile, Henry sat on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, glaring at the floor.

“This is why you don’t play hero,” he muttered to himself.

He glanced around the room. It was decent, sure, but far from the five-star luxury he was used to. Plain beige walls, a standard dresser, and a queen-sized bed that creaked when he shifted his weight. Not exactly his kind of evening.

He reached for his shirt on the bed, and began slipping it on when he heard the soft creak of the bathroom door.

He looked up...

And froze.

Anna stepped out slowly, completely naked.

No towel. No cover.

Just flushed skin, glassy eyes, and the hesitant walk of someone lost in a haze.

Henry’s brows shot up. “What the hell....”

He got up and stared at her in surprise as she walked toward him like a vision, her long hair falling around her shoulders, her lips parted slightly as though she couldn’t catch her breath.

He stood instantly. “Hey. No. This isn’t happening. I don't do girls in committed relationships.”

But she didn’t stop.

She reached him, wrapping her arms around his neck with surprising confidence, and pressed herself against him.

Henry caught her hands gently and pulled them away. “Look at me,” he said firmly. “Don’t try this. I’m not the guy who plays along with settings like this.”

She didn’t hear him—or maybe she didn’t care.
She leaned forward, crashing her lips against his.

Henry stiffened, caught completely off guard.

Her kiss was desperate, needy.

For a moment, he did nothing. Then, as she pressed her body harder against his, something inside him stirred. His body betrayed him, just as hers had betrayed her.

His hand reached up instinctively, brushing her waist. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair—it was overwhelming.

He pulled back, cursing under his breath. “You little seductress.”

But she clung to him again, this time whispering something against his neck... words that were incoherent, slurred by desire.

And in that moment, his control slipped.
His hands found her hips.

There was something about the way she clung to him, soft, desperate, yet boldly sensual—that made logic melt away. Her breath hitched as he slid his hands down her back, fingers splaying against her bare skin.

She was trembling, but it wasn’t fear.

It was desire.

“You know what,” he murmured, his voice dark and low against her ear, “forget it…”

He closed his eyes.

“I’ll just compensate you in the morning.”

She kissed him again, messier this time. Her lips were hot and hungry, opening wider to taste him. When her tongue slid against his, Henry groaned into her mouth, his cock twitching beneath his pants.

He grabbed her thighs, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bed.

Anna gasped, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Please…” she whispered, the word barely audible.

He laid her down gently, hovering over her, staring into her dazed but pleading eyes. “You sure you want this?” he asked, voice rough.

She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip, her eyes shining with need.

Her legs parted instinctively as he slid between them, his body already hard and aching. When his cock brushed her inner thigh, she shivered beneath him.

“Fuck…” he muttered. “You’re driving me insane.”

He leaned down, kissing her neck, then trailing lower....down her chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

Anna arched up with a cry, her hands threading into his hair. Her back curved beautifully beneath him.

He leaned in, kissed her forehead. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

But she didn’t.

Instead, she stretched her hand, fingers fumbling with the waistband of his pants. She slid them down just enough to free his cock, and when it sprang out, thick and pulsing, she stared in awe.

Her pussy throbbed.

She spread her legs wider, inviting him in.

Henry pushed the thick head of his cock against her soaked entrance, coating himself in her arousal.

“Relax, baby,” he growled, voice husky.

He pushed forward gently, and she gasped sharply, her pussy stretching tight around his length.

The pain was sharp.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she whimpered.

“Easy,” he whispered when he noticed her reaction, brushing her hair from her face. “Breathe.”

He held still, giving her time to adjust to his thick length.

After a moment, her body began to soften, the tension melting away. She rolled her hips slowly, signaling she was ready.

He slid in deeper—inch by inch—until he was fully buried inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled.

Anna moaned, her body clenching deliciously around him.

The pain gave way to a different kind of burn—a hotter, wetter kind that made her toes curl.

He started to move.

Slow thrusts at first, letting her feel every thick inch of his cock as it dragged against her swollen pussy walls. The sensation was overwhelming... she’d never felt so full, so stretched, so completely claimed.

Henry groaned as her tight pussy hugged him like a velvet glove.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped against her throat.

Anna began to move with him, hips lifting to meet each thrust. She was losing herself—drowning in sensation, in the wet sound of their bodies colliding, in the way his cock filled her so perfectly.

He picked up the pace.

His thrusts deepened, faster now—rougher, more urgent.

She cried out when he hit that spot inside her, the one that sent pleasure sparking through her belly.

He slammed into her again, grinding deep, and she shattered.

Her first orgasm tore through her like a wave—fast, hard, overwhelming. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, holding her tighter.

She was panting beneath him, eyes wide, body trembling with aftershocks.

Henry grabbed her thighs and drove into her faster, chasing his own release. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed.

Then he came with a growl, spilling hot cum deep inside her.

They stayed locked like that for a few seconds—his cock twitching inside her, her pussy fluttering around him.

The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, their bodies slick and tangled together.

Henry collapsed beside her, one arm slung over his eyes, breathing hard.

Anna rolled onto her side, sore but blissfully full, her body still pulsing with echoes of pleasure.