Chapter 2: I Was Fucked by the Most Popular Guy

Finally, Kael roughly tossed me onto the bed.

Just as I was adjusting to the disorienting sensation of the world spinning, his tall, imposing body pressed down on me. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, setting my entire being ablaze.

"Turn... turn off the lights," I managed, clinging to what little sense I had left.

"There’s no need..."

"I want to feel your body more."

What I really hoped was he wouldn't be able to recognize me tomorrow.

At the bars where I worked, I always wore over-the-top makeup—death metal punk chick vibe. And I did that for a reason. It was my way of avoiding unnecessary trouble.

Eventually, Kael flicked off the last light without argument. And when he was back, his hand found my face in the dark, his lips crashing into mine.

As we kissed, he began to undress me, his hands roughly kneading my breasts.

His hot lips trailed downward, biting and sucking hard on my nipples until I could not help but gasp.

I had assumed that Kael, a boxer with that kind of muscles, would be rough and reckless.

But after peeling off my black lace underwear, he surprised me with his gentleness.

He kissed my lips again, somehow sensing my nerves, and his tongue danced with mine for a really long time before he proceeded, as if he was trying to ease the tension in my body.

When his fingers slipped inside me, I found myself uncontrollably sinking into a strange kind of pleasure I had never experienced.

My body arched uncontrollably, my breath caught in my throat, and my toes curled.

I grabbed his neck, pulling him closer, my body instinctively moving toward his fingers.

God, I must've looked desperate.

Kael got the message. He went from one finger to two, then three.

I felt myself being led by his movements, my hips rising to meet each thrust.

But then he grew rougher. His hand felt like a dagger, piercing through my body and soul.

He moved his fingers in and out, exploring every inch of me, the pace quickening until I could hear the squelching sounds.

I must have melted.

That mix of tender and rough left my mind blank. Sounds escaped me I didn't know I could make.

I clung tightly to him and felt an overwhelming sense of security.

I felt like a small boat tossed by waves, his muscled body now my anchor in this storm of sensation.

His fingers hit spots I didn't know existed, pleasure spreading like wildfire.

The pleasure instantly and constantly spread to my core, and I felt as though stars and fireworks were exploding before my eyes.

"Faster, harder," I whimpered, almost grinding against him, my nails digging into his skin.

My previous experience hadn't prepared me for this. Though I had had sex once before, these new sensations brought tears streaming down my face.

Finally, under Kael’s relentless “efforts”, I convulsed in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of my climax. It was so intense and sudden, overwhelming all my senses with its shocking force.

I lay gasping on the bed as Kael shed the last of his clothes.

The sight of his massive, erect hardness—easily eight inches, thick enough I couldn't wrap my hand around it—made me swallow hard.

Kael noticed my shock and smiled. "You can touch it," he said.

I swallowed hard. I wanted it.

I sat up and crawled toward him, my hand reaching out to stroke the hot, throbbing length. A moan escaped me.

I couldn’t imagine how satisfying it would feel inside me.

I tried returning the favor, mimicking what he had done to me.

I kissed his penis, taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.

Truthfully, I’d never done this before. The last time I’d been with Lucian, he had taken the lead.

Terrified of messing up, I watched his face. His pleased expression and low groans reassured me.

"Good girl," Kael said, his deep brown eyes glowing as he stared at me.

It felt as though he was etching me into his soul.

Finally, he gripped my head and thrust into my mouth, releasing himself with a groan.

We both collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. At least that's what I thought.

Just half a minute later, I knew I was wrong. He flipped me over and spread my legs.

As he positioned himself at my entrance, I trembled, instinctively clinging to him.

"Good girl, is this your first time?" Kael asked in a low voice, perhaps sensing my nervousness. He kissed my lips gently.

I was too overwhelmed to answer, my senses consumed by the intensity of the moment.

I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling closer.

Kael chuckled softly at my actions, his movements becoming even more tender and patient.

He entered me slowly, as if allowing my body to adjust to his size.

At first, he moved cautiously, his deep eyes watching me intently. If I winced, he would stop and kiss me.

Once the initial discomfort passed, I felt an incredible fullness, the pleasure spreading through my entire body.

"You don’t need to worry about me," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me like a wild horse."

Kael took the invitation, thrusting with abandon, his movements radiating dominance and possessiveness.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on tightly as he bent down to suck on my breasts, even grazing them with his teeth.

Goosebumps rose on my skin. It felt as though Kael’s teeth had grown into sharp fangs, ready to pierce my flesh at any moment.

I wanted him to leave marks on me—proof of our passion.

But desire took over. My back arched, pressing me deeper into his embrace.

His strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer.

We almost became one, his relentless thrusts making me feel like a small boat tossed by the waves of the ocean.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, kissing my lips.

Despite his roughness, his tone was gentle, like a true gentleman, heightening my pleasure.

"Yes," I panted, my tongue flicking across my lips. "I can handle even more."

As soon as I spoke, Kael’s thrusts grew even more forceful, shaking me to my core.

This was an experience unlike any I’d had before. Compared to this, my time with Lucian had been utterly disappointing.

Back then, Lucian had only cared about his own pleasure, leaving me in pain and numbness. He had climaxed before I could even begin to enjoy it.

That experience had left me with no desire for sex.

But now, my body trembled, my vision blurred, and moans spilled from my lips uncontrollably.

My mind went blank, all my senses focused on the intense lovemaking.

Yet, at times, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Kael’s eyes glowed with a golden light, burning into me with an almost predatory intensity.

He seemed to love biting me, making me feel like prey caught in the jaws of a wolf, or perhaps we were wild animals mating in the wilderness.

This strange sensation frightened me slightly, but overall, Kael gave me an unforgettable experience.

The alcohol fogged my mind, and Kael’s relentless movements brought me to climax again and again.

Finally, we both collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

As I came to my senses, I realized the recklessness of what I’d done and sat up abruptly.

Looking at Kael sleeping beside me, I felt a wave of regret.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved with a playboy like him.

He was the most popular man in school and the town, dazzling like a star, with countless admirers.

I was just an ordinary girl, someone who preferred a simple, quiet love life—strolling through campus with someone I liked, going on movie dates, studying together in the library. That was my ideal relationship.

But now, in a moment of impulse, I’d had a one-night stand with a playboy, completely derailing my life. It felt awful.

I looked at Kael’s perfect body, still asleep, and suddenly felt a buzzing in my ears. My heart raced, and my body grew weak, craving him again.

But reason prevailed.

I quietly got out of bed, dressed, and fled the apartment.

I was good at running away. I’d always loved running since I was a child.

But this time, I ran as if someone were chasing me with a knife.

I hurried back to my own apartment, locked the door, and rushed into the shower, scrubbing myself clean.

I removed my colored contacts, washed off my makeup and temporary tattoos, and took off the wig.

In an instant, I transformed from a bad girl back into a good girl.

I had light brown hair, dark eyes, and clear skin.

I didn’t need glasses, but I wore thick, old-fashioned frames to hide my face.

I liked wearing loose T-shirts and jeans, which allowed me to attend classes quietly and avoid unwanted attention.

I had thought Lucian had seen the beauty in my soul, that our love was precious.

But reality had taught me that men only cared about appearances. Damn it, I shouldn’t have deluded myself.