Hes Obsessed With Her

The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The sound of birds chirping outside the window could be heard faintly in the background.

The fresh sheets on the bed were neatly made, and the air was cool and crisp. A gentle breeze wafted in through the slightly open window, carrying with it the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Kayla opened her eyes slowly, the rays of the sun hit directly at her face. The first thing she saw was the silver colored curtains in the large room. The long chandelier hung from the center of the room. She tried to get up, but felt a sense of soreness.

Was she dreaming? How on earth did she get here? Who brought her here?

The events of the previous night came flooding. She clearly remembered that people were chattering and the sound of the music could be heard from afar. She could remember the sound of the glass wine cups when the people toasted.

She drank too much. She remembered a man telling her to stop drinking and return home, but she didn't listen. She also recalled someone carry her into a hotel room, but left after he received a call.

She rushed for the blanket, but realized someone was on the bed with her. He tightly wrapped her hands around her, making her feel dizzy. She could feel butterflies in her belly when he touched her. She had never felt this way before, and she smiled lightly as a blush appeared on her face.

She felt so hot as his body pressed on hers. His breathe felt so hot when he brought his face closer to hers. It seemed as though she was being watched. She could see the shadow of a man in black by the window, a little smile formed at the corner of his lips.

His kiss was slow and soft, like in the romance movies she had watched. His firm hands moved down to her legs, ripping her gown apart from the center. Kayla felt somewhat embarrassed when the strange man tore her dress.

She felt a wave of pleasure rush over her, and she tried so hard to surpress it. "No please", she muttered. It seemed like there was another force controlling the man when he forcefully pinned her hands to the bed.

He spread her legs apart and entered her slowly.

"Ouch", she cried out subconsciously. " That hurts". A drop of tear rolled down her face.

He stopped immediately. His eyes were filled with so much lust. " Are you a virgin?", he asked.

She was speechless from the pain. He caressed her forehead. " That makes it sweeter".

She could feel him thrust deeper and harder, grunting with every single thrust. She clutched the bedsheet tight and bit her lips to ease the pain.

She turned her face slightly and saw the side of the man. His curly black hair covered part of his face. She suddenly froze. " How could I have had sex with this man. I have no idea who he is", she asked herself.

Her face turned pale. Strange feelings washed through her body. She had to leave before he woke up. She carefully removed his hands from her waist and got out of the bed.

The pain in between her thighs made her feel weak. She held onto the edge of the bed and went down on her knees.

She managed to stand on her feet, holding the walls for support. She looked at her dress. It was torn up to the waist point.

She looked around the room, there was a spare piece of cloth on the table. She reached for it and skillfully tied it around her waist. She grabbed her purse, everything was intact.

She quietly moved towards the door and turned the key without making a sound. She looked around the hotel hallway to make sure there was no one to stop her.