DESIRE'S & FATE

HAPPY READING Sibel POV As much as I love my best friend I want to strangle her right about now. I looked through my review mirror, unsure, and adjust my collar. I gazed out the window at the exclusive club in my line of view and frowned. I take in a deep breath and look down at my steering wheel. "C'mon get out already, one night will not kill you or your studies." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you read my mind." I should be studying I shake my head. "C'mon peaches, I know you better than you know yourself." "Look at the time, it's an hour to midnight. The new year is approaching fast, I'm cold, it's freezing outside and this high waist skirt will freeze my ass." "C'mon princess, you didn't come this far to turn back now, did you?" She rolled her eyes. "Sibel!" She called my name. "What?" "If you don't get your pretty little ass out of this car I will send a certain sexy someone the nastiest text my mind could mustard up," she snatched my phone quickly before I can fasten my grip on it. "Give it here, Keyana." "You're going to die in embarrassment if you don't get out," she unlocked my phone moving it behind her. "You wouldn't," I scoff, eyes wide trying to get it away from her but she has a death grip on my iPhone 13 pro max as I leaned out my window. "Try me, peaches," she smirked. "Don't play with me Keyana," I try to grab my phone but she's strong. I sneer at her cutting my eyes but it didn't phase her. As you get to know her, you'll understand she's unbothered. She unlocked my what's app despite my attempts to retrieve my phone. "Keyana, give it here," I try to grab at it. "I'm texting," she tells holding it away from me. "Alright! alright," I open my car door and step out, the cold immediately hits my face. "Damn you winter," I mumble. "Come on princess, a few shots and you're not going to feel a thing." I roll my eyes, I should be home but here I am in a high waist pleated leather skirt and matching jacket with nothing under. The long chain between my boobs is already cold around my neck. The high boots I wear, cover my calves so that's a plus. Needless to say, Keyana have me out of my dorm in this freezing weather on new years eve because I came back to campus earlier than expected. Despite my complaints, I'm going to this club, for half an hour maximum. That handsome devil with the sweetest smile and long confident stride had me in a funk. I promised I wasn't going to think about him, not tonight anyways. "Tonight is not that type of a night princess," Keyana kissed my cheek and threw her arm over my shoulder with a gentle squeeze seeing the frown on my face. She does know me well, too well not considering we grow up together. "Come on, I love you, and look at it this way. If we don't get laid tonight at least we will get some good alcohol in our system," she shrugs. I roll my eyes as we walked through the entrance of the exclusive club after showing our identification cards. I'm not much of a club girl but I like a good party when the mood is right and since this will usher in the new year. Why not get a few drinks and a good sway of my hips along with my new year's resolution at the same time? However, it wasn't on my to-do list. But why not? I just hope I don't embarrass myself in the process, I can't hold my alcohol. The dim red and blue lights made it impossible to see but Keyana leads the way through the mass of bodies everywhere. I tug on my jacket nervously not wanting the girls to jump out or overshow their presence, bad enough I wasn't wearing a bra. I sigh in relief when I feel my nipple covers intact and continue to weave through the crowd. Once we approach the bar I look over the menu painted on the brick wall of what appears to be a middle section parting the bar in two. "Hey beautiful," the bartender called over the heavy music playing around after he finishes with the previous customer. "What can I get you, pretty ladies," he asked. "We want to get fucked up," Keyana shouts and he chuckled. "I know just the thing," he said moving away before I can say a word. "I'm not getting fucked Keyana." "It will do you some good Sibel." I roll my eyes, "what can I get you, beautiful ladies," a blond hair, and blue eyes whispered from behind me standing way too close in my personal space. I turn around ready to attack but the cheerful smile on his face and his hands up take me out of defense mode. "Come on don't do me like that," he smiled. He leans into my ears "this cream missing its extract," he gets into my personal space and I pull back. Is he hitting on me with a cheesy pickup line? Does he think this actually works? "No-" "C'mon I've been shot down too many times tonight, my friends are looking and a beautiful lady like you will be the highlight of my new year." Poor guy but no, I thought. Before I can voice it. "Yes, she does," Keyana answered pushing her way between us. "Get out of your way Sibel," she whispered between clenched teeth. She then shoved us down to the dance floor which is just two steps down. "Enjoy, I'll get the drinks," she shouted over the music. He spins me in his arms with a little laugh, "your friend I presume is crazy." He doesn't know, the half of it. "Rick," he introduced himself. "Sibel," I shouted back and he spun me back around, his hand moving to my waistline. It couldn't hurt right, it's just dancing with a stranger. As I move my waist I scan the surrounding areas of the club not focusing on the stranger behind me trying to bump and grind. My eyes glance around to the VIP section and move to the other private sector with rails but dart back to the handsome devil seated between two females. Typical, the woman laughed and places a hand on his thighs her mouth opening wide showing the roof of her mouth. Damn, I haven't had my drink yet. There he sits comfortably with a glass of dark liquor and somehow by some magical pull his eyes scan the crowd as if looking for something or someone. His eyes glance over the crowd my way, oh my God I pause. "You alright beautiful," the stranger asked behind me now placing both hands on my hip squeezing me. How is it possible every time I see this man, he's more attractive than the last? Bearded jawline freshly groomed, strong and manly, broad shoulders, dark curls I would love to run my fingers through, dark brows perfectly arch. The most attractive man I had ever seen with those grey eyes that seems to see through to my soul. A model like creature created by God himself. I really do need that drink now. "Uh... yes, I'm fine," I swallow hard and continue to move my waistline but my eyes zero in on him across the room. Could he sense me looking? I Stare at the few loose buttons on his shirt, his hand carelessly thrown over the leather chair back, the smile fading on his lips. Look away Sibel but did I listen? Did I listen to the voice in my head, did I let it take control and move my eyes back to the man I dance with—hell no. I stared harder completely ignoring the stranger behind me. But it's too late, his eyes find mine and he gets up, hands gripping the section barricade. His jaw is tight as he zeroed in on me and I had to do something. My waist swirl to the beat of 'Good form' ft. Lil Wayne by Niki Minaj and I gyrate onto the stranger behind me while my eyes catch the man I should be dancing with or being in his arms to end the year. It's a hope, a dream really but it's never going to happen. I swing in his arms and his already stiff shaft braces my center. I looked over his way again and his eyes are intense even with the distance between us I see his jaw tick and tighten. Good... he feels a fraction of what he makes me feel. So I connect our lips but it felt nothing like his. His hands on my bare tights felt nothing like his and I stepped back, guilt set in. I look over to where the handsome devil is standing and he's gone. My heart raced and I needed that drink now. "Why did you stop, it was getting really good," the stranger said well Rick at this point. "I need my drink now," I didn't wait for a response and weaved through the crowd to the bar and leave him standing there staring after me. Scanning the crowd for Keyana, I see his shoulders square in front of the stranger and I duck. Oh shit, shit, shit. I crawl my way out to the exit. Trust me it wasn't without difficulties but I made it to the exit and move with speed to my car. But do you think luck was having it my way, hell no. There he is legs crossed leaning against my Chevrolet Malibu door. The first thing I notice is his intense stare. Okay, I need to catch my bearings. Oh God, he's so fine, he's so, so fine... and I wish he was mine. He's impeccably dressed, all black like I was. leather blazer, black shirt tucked into his black trouser partially buttoned up. His intoxicating expensive scent surrounds us, my senses came alive and I licked my lips. Hmm, I couldn't blame the alcohol damn. Up close he's even more handsome with his devil-may-care attitude, my knees go weak and I swoon overwhelmed with admiration, adoration and other strong emotions standing here face to face with the handsome devil himself. His eyes scan my body all the way up to my face, "excuse me," I said when neither of us moves for a few seconds. He still didn't move only frowns on his brows and watched me. "I need to get home Ryon," I feel the need to say because there I'm safe. Home I can crawl away and hide and this adrenaline rushing through my veins couldn't affect me. "You didn't seem to be in such a rush a few minutes ago," his jaw ticked, the aggression in his words as he press off my car and yes I did feel bad but I'm not going to admit that. My stomach slumped heavily, "well I do now." "What the fuck did you think you were doing Sibel," he barked and stepped closer to me his shoes clicking in the silence. "What?" I asked obliviously. "Don't play with me, princess." "Do I look like I'm playing?" I put my hand to my hip with attitude. "You came to a club you know I'll be and kiss someone in hopes of what?" "Fuck you, not everything is about you. Last I check I'm free, single, and disengaged so I kiss who the hell I want." "You'll do no such thing again," he sneered standing toe to toe with me. "You can't tell me what to do," I said defiantly pointing my finger at him. "Sibel! You are as stubborn as you are beautiful." he exhale hard and I can feel the anger radiate off him as his eyes bore into mine and his temple tightened. My heart quickened but I didn't back down. "Why do you hate me like this... why..." I stab my fingers at him. "I don't hate you woman, does this feel like hate." "Yet you can't talk to me but you do my sisters. You can take them out but not me, you can call them but not me. You ignore me like you don't know me and you're talking about feelings. Please!" He stares at me questionably. "Every time I look at you, I want you more than I ever wanted anyone. I want to do things to you, Sibel-" he shouted but I cut him off. "What's stopping you," I shout back. "Do you know how furious it makes me, I can't touch you the way I want. I can't give you what you need Sibel." "Yes! you can." "I can't!" He yells the tension between us is so thick and heavy making the cold seem like a hot summer day in hell and my chest heaves in exhaustion. "You deserve better Sibel," he whispered so close to me that I breathe him in and our eyes glare into each other with every force, every tension, every connection, every emotion, every passion, and all the anger in the universe. His lips crashed onto mine suddenly, our tongues entangled and I like the way it burns. Like the first time he took my first kiss, I follow his movement and it's insane. I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like, I can't breathe but I still fight, it should be so very wrong but it feels right... perfect. I'm high off him, drunk off his rejection it's like I'm huffing trying to breathe but the more I suffer. Every time I'm close to suffocating, he resuscitates me yet he says he's incapable of it. Have you ever loved someone so much you can barely breathe when you were with them? You meet and neither of you doesn't know what hit you like you can lay all your inhibitions to the floor without question. That's what Ryon Menture does to me, that warm fussy feelings, chills no one ever forms in me and I can't get enough because I like the way it burns. I don't know my own strengths as he picked me off my feet and I wrapped them around his torso and his hand claps the round of my ass. My body comes alive like it never did before and I gasp at the contact when his hand touches my bare skin. Hot like an electric shock to my nerves his hand didn't stop its movement. He moved us effortlessly to the parking garage a few steps away and braces me against the big black car he's loaded as his weapon is out and cocked That wasn't the only thing big bracing me. Without detaching out connection he opens the door to the back seat of his car. "It's always been you, Sibel Benjamin," he whispered and helped me into his car and gets in behind me. He pulled me back and this time it wasn't haste or anger, it was passionate and heated and I burn with every touch. I wither in his arms. "You don't understand how much I want you, Sibel," his eyes bore into mine with conviction as I tried to catch my breath. To process, to think, anything at all. "Show me," I swallowed hard looking up into his grey eyes piercing back into mine. He pulled me onto his lap and his hand trailed down between my breast and cupped it. My eyes widen and he trails them further down as goosebumps scattered my skin. "Uhhhhhh," I moaned low, eyes close and I clamped my legs. "Fucking hell, no bra," he cursed. "Uh... I couldn't," I tried to explain. He used one hand and spread my legs apart, trailing his hand inside my thigh up to my center. His fingers hook my black thong and pull it down my legs with one hand off my boots, expertly. When his hand moved back to my center, I gasped and his hand cupped my sex. He connected our lips and stars circled above his head with the butterflies growing in my stomach. One finger entered my opening and the other added pressure to my nub. I've never been touched there and it sends shock waves through my body and he felt it. "So wet Princess." I bite my lips when the motion in my ocean begins. "Let me hear that shit, Sibel." Another finger entered and my eyes rolled back, "uhh, mmm-hmm." My eyes closed tight and my mouth falls open. "You waited for me," he asked surprised. "Look at me, Sibel! you waited," he demands astonished and I nod unable to speak. His hand moved to the back of my neck to support me and the other quickened between my legs. His fingers worked me and I moaned out loud. "I like hearing you, Sibel." He pulled his fingers out and places them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He thrusts them back into my dripping pussy. His eyes never leave mine, "if I knew you taste this good princess," his words tighten my stomach and I pushed myself forward connecting our lips and tasting myself on his tongue. "Oh god yes..." I opened my legs wider and thrust my hips up with every thrust of his fingers. No matter how it burns and thrills run through me, I want more and he gave it to me. His fingers pound into me and his thumb unravels me with every twirl. The countdown to the New Year around is nothing to us as I didn't look away from the intensity of his gaze. We didn't adjust, we didn't care. Only the here-and-now matters. "Oh God, Ryon... uhh." 10. My hands moved up to his hair on instinct and I pull on it. "Don't stop," I whimpered, legs tightening around his hand. 9. He made everything so much more intense with the come here motion he makes with his fingers while spreading my legs and rubbing on my nub. 8. "Baby," he whispered. One hand gripped his coat and the other grabbed his hand inside of me. pleasure jolts through my body causing spasms in my left leg and the funk in my right. oh God, what he's doing to me. "Ahhh." 7. I moan out loudly making him smirked as he focuses on my clit making a high-pitched noise escape me. 6. Waves wash over me, every muscle in my body is weakened and my brain cell died. 5. "Look at you falling apart for me." 4. My grip loosened, my eyes relaxed, I'm wet and I feel it on his thigh as my orgasm begins to wash through me and he strokes me straight through it. 3. "There you go princess," he reached down and kissed my pussy tenderly. "Mine," he whispered and kept kissing it. 2. I quiver with every kiss, "You did so well princess," he lifted his head and kissed my lips deeply causing those familiar fussy feelings to wash over me entirely. 1. My body spasms harder as it came undone with his fingers still inside my sensitive hole. Tired is what I felt in his arms as he held me to his chest and wrapped both hands around me. He brought me to his chest and cradled me like a baby whiles fireworks burst above us and illuminate his dark window. "Ryon," I mumble his name when my breathing became even. I can only imagine what else he can do to me if his fingers had me this way. Could you imagine I stayed up late last night and thought of my resolution and not one included this? "Yes, princess," he looked down at me and I looked up at him with an amazed smile on my face. "It felt good?" he asked. I nodded slowly and he chuckled. "Stop looking at me like that Sibel," he turns away from me and I feel him getting hot and I'm burning up. "Happy new year Ryon."