Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 13

JENNIFER'S POV

I went up towards the stairs which led to the 'DJ's lair' as they call it. Ridiculous, right?

There, was a plumb looking boy probably in his teens mixing-matching the discs, tunes and playing them for the crazy crowd downstairs.

Stealthily, I tip-toed towards the back of the boy. He didn't really look alarming. He was cute and chubby, engrossed in doing his job. Well, good for me. Once I passed him, I went straight and met a corridor. It was a long dimly lit hallway. I kept on walking till the end of it, silently memorising the directions I was taking. Then, slowly I took out my revolver at one hand while keeping the walkie-talkie in the other. Unfortunately, I didn't have my Bluetooth headset with me. I cursed myself quietly.

I knelt a bit and hid along the metallic wall when I saw a right turn. In a flash, I turned to see for possible threats but found none. So with gentle steps, I continued walking taking the right turn. This hallway had floor to ceiling windows at both the sides of it.

Surely, these are tinted glasses.

Then all of sudden, soft murmuring voices became audible. I turned my device on and spoke," I think I am approaching my target. OVER!" I again began walking, very careful of not making any noise.

After walking through this hallway, I saw a door, massive wooden door. It had intricate patters made on it. The voice of someone speaking had been coming from there. I readied myself for any possible firing. And then, gently pushed the door. To my surprise, it didn't creak.

Good for me! I was relieved for having not alerted anyone inside.

I slipped inside with caution. There, I stood at the start of a huge room which was carpeted. The room had a huge chandelier hanging at the top and some really beautiful light around it. Apart from it there

were more tube lights too, but only the lights of the chandelier were on giving the room a dazzling effect. Still, it's lights were not enough for illuminating the entire room. It had beautiful warli art and oil paintings on the wall.

The rest of the room was devoid of any furniture.

I stood there rooted, gawking at my surroundings. But soon, I again came back to my senses. I turned my head towards the center of the room and there, I notice a tall figure speaking on his phone, with his back towards me.

"Yeah Mr. Gupta, we will look to it. Let the arms reach Bulgaria first then we shall decide our line of action" The deep, hypnotizing voice said.

On seeing the guy wearing a blue shirt, I whispered on my device," I got him! Shall need some help this time though!"

He must have sensed me as he turned around and my eyes clashed with his....

This is not him, it's that stranger! Shit!

My eyes widened in shock. He took a step forward but still I was rooted to my place.

My subconscious mind bellowed: Run back Jenny! This isn't Roger White. He seems trouble!

But no, my body seemed to be having it's own decision. He kept on nearing me with lazy steps.

He slid his phone in his pocket, and walked to me. Although he was physically alluring, no less than pure magic, still somewhere he emitted a dangerous aura. Something deep down in his eyes screamed menace!

Jenny darling! You want to see the sun rising tomorrow right? So.... RUN AWAY. NOW!!AWAY FROM THIS MAN WHOSE BODY LANGUAGE ITSELF SCREAMS DANGER!

My mind was roaring such warnings in my mind but still my treacherous legs remained transfixed on the floor.

We were now very close. His sweet-spicy cologne was filling my senses, leaving me mesmerized. He lifted his hand and slid it through my hair, cupping my right cheek. Involuntarily, I leaned towards his touch. He greased the rough pad of his thumb on my cheek.

"You know what? Whenever I see you... thunder strikes, thunder strikes me hard!" He said as he joined his forehead against mine. It felt as if we were breathing in the same air.

He gently carressed my left cheek with his other hand and said huskily," You have no idea how much you are affecting me!" And with that, he descended down to my lips and kissed them. I was shell- shocked!

Further more, he dug his fingers deeper into my hair to keep my head still. Soon, I lost myself in the passionate kiss and unknowingly started kissing him back. He started sucking my lower lip and I let out a moan in his mouth as heat exploded within my body. It felt as if my body was set on fire! Fire of having more... hunger of being kissed like that throughout my life. The gun and the walkie-talkie slipped from my hands and fell on the floor.

He thrust his tongue within my mouth and I responded to that aggressive thrust with an equal fervour. His hand slipped from my cheeks to my waist. His hold on my waist was gentle yet firm. I was trembling in the ocean of sextual desires. I fingers crept into his thick lock of hair as I pulled him closer and he continued to ravage my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled and continued their battle of dominance. Their mating with one another was pushing me into the pool of lust.

I had never felt this much rush of adrenaline through me in my life. I wanted to break all the self imposed rules of mine and pour my everything into the kiss!

Ding Ding Ding .....

My walkie-talkie buzzed. I felt some disturbance and froze momentarily.

"Madam, this is Vijay. We got hold of Roger White. Miss Amy did a great job in catching him and beating his brains out! We expect you to return back now. Mission successful. OVER!"

I started panicking and immediately broke the kiss. I could feel my skin developing a pink blush. I turned to move away but couldn't due to the firm grip of his calloused fingers on my waist.

"Let me go!" I hissed with rage, struggling in his arms. His grip on my waist loosened and I quickly stepped backwards.

"How dare you!?" I questioned, shaking with outrage.

"Dare what exactly?" He asked nonchalantly, in a grave tone. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"You kissed me! Without my damn permission!"

"Well, you responded to my kiss." He responded.

At this point, I felt like I got drenched in a bucket of embarrassment. But still, anger took the upper hand.

"YOU.VERY.WELL.KNOW.I.WOULD.NOT.HAVE.KISSED.AN.UTTER.STRANGER!!!" I snapped, stressing out on each word to gain some composure.

"Do I?" He mocked.

"You stole my goddamn first kiss! Now how am I supposed to get it back?" I huffed and threw my hands up in despair. I turned and was about to march out of the room when he spoke.

"You shall get it back.... like this!" Saying so, he tugged my hand and pulled me into another kiss. He held me tightly by my shoulders.

This, was not at all like the previous kiss. It was an open mouthed fully sextual kiss, he was ushering me with. But this time, I somehow controlled myself and retaliated before I could again lose myself in his strong arms.

I bit his lower lip with my teeth, with full force. I could feel the metallic tang of his blood againstmy tongue. But to my utter disbelief, he didn't even flinch. He surprisingly moved back, and retreated his hand. I felt the immediate loss of warmth of his body.

He tilted his head a little to his right. He stared at me as he brushed off the little blood through his thumb, which had been oozing out of his cut lip. He licked his thumb in a damn seductive manner. I felt my nipples stiffen due to this action of his. I shifted uncomfortably under this suffocating tension.

He suddenly came near me and nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck. I threw my head backwards and suppressed a moan.

"Till we meet again!" He whispered seductively in my left ear. And then he moved back. I was dumbstruck on my bodily reactions.

Without wasting a single second, I turned and sprinted out of the room!