Natasha Ricardo's life has always been colorful, full of life and amazing. Doing what she loved, being a model and actress but everything turned upside down when she lost her beloved sister to a car accident due to running away from arranged marriage. Then, his persistent father who wants his daughter to take on the family business had to reverse the role. Natasha plays her sister role in an arranged marriage, she had to flee from home when her father announced it, running into a playboy whom she had a blast with, turns out to be her husband to be... Ethan Grey. Will she proceed with this marriage or not? Will her career end in the name of marriage?
Chapter 1 Steamy night with a playboy
Natasha's eyes gleamed with delight, enjoying the moment she had fled the house when her father had announced her marriage.
A smirk playing on her lips, sipping her cocktail.
With her leg crossed, this bar had always been her safe haven, being the rebellion that she is.
She could feel eyes on her.
She experiences this everyday, having the perfect shape, great curvy body in the right places. Bursty chest and alluring figure.
Such a body couldn't go on a waste, she models for almost all the significant companies in Las Vegas.
The hot guy whose gaze has been fixed on her walked up to Natasha with a flirtatious smile, holding his cocktail.
"Hello, pretty lady" he sat himself down as he greeted in his ever charming and soothing voice.
"I never said I needed company," she said saucily.
The guy smirks. "Wow! Fiercy, I like that. I'm Ethan" he took hold of her hands without a word, plastered a kiss at her back hand.
Natasha yanked her palm off his, giving him a deadly glare. "Bug off" she narrowed her eye at him, giving him 'i don't give a fuck about who you are'
"I thought this place was supposed to be for the vvip, how did you get in?" She asked with a skeptical look on.
Ethan let out a sultry laugh, moving all over her. Not ready to let go.
Without a word, she strode to the dancing area, moving her body, following the rhythm of music.
Yeah, she'd be grounded when she got home, just like always. This isn't the first and so it isn't surprising.
Her lips curl into a smirk thinking about his father's proposal. Get married to a stranger, take over the company for his own business growth
How funny! She doesn't care about his fucking business. All she ever cared about was freedom.
Suddenly, she felt a masculine nudge behind her, a body pressing against her and a solid grip on her waist.
It was the persistent guy.
"Having fun?" He shouted into her ear, the music was deafening, giving off the perfect vibe she craved for.
" Get off me psycho" she yelled back, but didn't push him away.
His grip was solid, dancing to the music, grinding his waist against hers.
Taking drinks after drinks, both enjoying the moment, then, they stumbled into a private room.
The man's grip on hers was possessive and strong as he nibbled at her ear, trailing kisses down her neck.
His movement was rough and rigid, thinking about her pending marriage she let herself feel the moment.
Ethan dropped her on the large bed, this is definitely going to be a steamy long night.
He fumbled with his belt as his lips didn't let go of hers, he kissed her long and hard as a kiss expert he was.
Her moans turn him on, his hand trails down her body, pulling off her cloth, leaving her with underwear.
He took his moment to savor her curvy figure alone in underwear, she definitely looks alluring. It turns him on.
In a swift moment, he discarded her underwear, playing with her nipples as he sucked on the other one.
Exactly what she needed tonight, she wrapped her arm around him, every suck sent an itching jolt to her pussy. She wants him so bad.
Encircling her waist as he guided her closer onto his lap to straddle him. His fingers tangled in her soft strands.
Natasha moaned, her head tipping back as she arched into him.
his focus narrowing on her and the way her body pressed against his.
The way she clung to him, her fingers curling against his neck, pulling him closer. The way she rocked her waist against his arousal.
It was subtle at first. Small twitches, the kind one she couldn't quite control.
But then her need overtook her hesitation, and she openly gyrated against his dick, seeking more.
"I need you inside me, please," she begged, her movement growing increasingly frantic and uncoordinated. "Oh, please,"
Taking hold of her hips, he stilled her movements by holding her up. The other hand used to unfastened his shorts, freeing his aching cock.
He guided her down onto him, her slick heat enveloping him inch by glorious inch.
"Oooooh..." Her cry was long and drawn out, her head falling back as he filled her completely.
She was so moist, so tight, and so ready for him. She fit around him perfectly like a molded glove.
And he hadn't even released any pheromones yet.
After so long without being inside Ethan's desire knew no restraint. The pleasure was pure, almost all-consuming.
He moved beneath her, thrusting up, filling her over and over.
He couldn't believe the warm feeling spreading through his chest.
His hand tightened on her waist, angling her hips to hit her spots accurately.
"Yes, yes, like that. Ahhh..."
Ethan smiled a bit as he continued taking from her, nursing from her, as he felt his release approaching. Only then did he release pheromones.
Natasha's breath came faster, her cries growing louder. She clung to him desperately, meeting his thrusts with her own, moving even more frantically.
Her moans shifted into a high-pitched, keening whine as her climax overtook her. Tremors wracked her body,
Ethan had carefully targeted his release so her own pleasure would drown out the burn from his semen. He came with a muffled groan, fucking into her one final time before he went still.
Spilling deep inside her, his grip on her hips going tight for a moment before they loosened.
"Oh fuck..." she cried out. Her strength left her completely, and she slumped against him, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
His beast purred, satisfied.
"Tired," he confessed.
"Me too," she uncurled herself from his lap, Adjusting her herself in a sluggish, clumsy way. "Feeling sleepy ." she mumbled. And with that said she dozed off.
His gaze fixed on her alluring face, her hair cascade on the pillow, shining under the glow of the light.
Pulling her closer, he pecked her lips, then he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of her naked body against his.
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