Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 46

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Tonight you’re mue 

Tonight, you’re mine 

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Her face flushed, the color blooming all the way to her ears. Her hands curled into tight little fists, as if she couldn’t decide whether to strike me or cling to me. Every breath she took seemed to betray how badly she wanted to resist, yet how much more she wanted to give in. 

And those eyes… 

Those big, pretty doe eyes glaring at me as if she wanted to set me on fire. 

It all turned me on. 

The crazy part of me, the part that always demanded more, wanted to keep pushing, to see just how far I could drive her before she snapped. 

I wanted her angrier. I wanted her mouth running, her cheeks burning, her chest heaving. 

And yeah, I wanted to fuck her like that. 

I wondered what kind of face she’d make if I pushed her flat on her back and filled her, would she still glare at me, voice shaking with insults? Or would she forget she was mad entirely and just drown in me? Would she cling to me like she hated herself for needing it? 

The thought alone made my pulse thrum. 

My gaze must have darkened, because something flickered in her eyes, confusion, wariness, and hunger, all tangled together. I leaned in, my voice low. “You have no idea how much you turn me on when you get mad at me, Princess.” 

One of my hands slid lower, my palm heavy against her thigh. The way she was straddling me, her skirt had already ridden up just enough for me to see smooth, bare skin. 

I let my fingertips trail higher, slow enough to make her squirm. 

“Almost makes me want to ruin you more.” 

“You’re… y–you’re crazy,” she managed to stammer. “Let go of me.” 

I tilted my head, studying her the way a predator studies a prey that doesn’t yet realize it’s cornered. “Is that so?” 

I murmured. My gaze slid down, and I let the corner of my mouth tug up into a smirk. “But then, why are you holding onto my shirt like you don’t want to let go?” 

Her eyes widened, and she followed my gaze down to her hand clutching at my shirt. The moment she realized it, she froze, her face flushing before she yanked her hand back. 

“I–Nngh…” A soft moan that slipped past her lips when my hand brushed over the thin fabric of her panties. 

Shit, that sound. 

That sweet, broken little sound went straight to my cock. “Hight now…” my voice came out rougher, and darker, “ all I can think about is shifting your panties to one side and fucking the defiance right out of you, princess.” 

She swallowed hard, lips parting as her tongue slipped outo wet them. I tracked the movement shamelessly, heat coiling low in my body. That single flick of her tongue cross her mouth was enough to make my cock throb with need. 

She shifted on my lap, the movement so small it could’ve been mistaken for innocence. Maybe she thought she was easing away from my touch, but instead her soft thigh pressed flush against my cock. The moment she 

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realized what she was sitting on, her eyes flew wide. 

She froze, but then, slowly, she shifted again like her body moved before her mind had the chance to stop it 

Fuck. 

This woman was going to be the end of me. I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose, trying to push me, test me, drive me over the edge, or if she truly didn’t realize what she was giving me. 

Either way, I wasn’t a patient man. I never had been. 

I wasn’t the kind of man who waited. I took what I wanted, and when I wanted it. Consequences meant nothing, I dealt with them, and erased them, the way I erased everything that stood in my way. 

But with her, I stopped myself. 

Why tear into the prey the second it wanders into the trap. When it’s so much more satisfying to let it run, let it fight, let it believe it still has a chance, until it’s cornered, gasping, begging, with nowhere left to run? 

That was the kind of hunt I craved. 

A growl rumbled out of me, vibrating in my chest. “Even though I want nothing more than to be inside you right now…” I leaned in, lips nearly brushing her ear, “you’re mistaken about what I meant when I said I wanted to hire you.” 

She blinked at me, raising her eyebrow, confusion flashing across her beautiful, flushed face. “What…?” 

“I want you to spend the night with me, Princess.” 

“Spend the night with you?” she muttered, her brows furrowing. 

I leaned back against the leather seat, tilting my head. “I didn’t mean it in that way,” I said, though the grin curling my lips betrayed me. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you did want the night to end that way.” 

Her glare was instant. Exactly the kind of look that made my blood run hot. 

God, she was gorgeous when she was angry. 

I grinned wider, deliberately soaking in her outrage. Then I softened my tone, as if that might soothe her nerves. But, no, Princess. It’s far more decent. You just have to escort me to a masquerade party. And I’ll pay you for your time.” 

She blinked at me. Her lips parted in surprise. “Is… is that truly what you meant?” 

I gave her my best innocent look. The kind that never fooled anyone. “Of course. What else would a nice man like me mean?” 

She wasn’t buying it. 

Smart girl. 

“Why would you want to pay me for that?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “I’m sure there are plenty of beautiful women who’d love to go on a date with you.” 

“Date?” I cut in smoothly, raising a brow. 

Her teeth caught her bottom lip. “I–I mean… party.‘ 

I just watched her. I knew my gaze only pissed her off more but seeing her like this was already becoming one of my favorite hobbies. 

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Her face was already red, but she turned her head as if hiding would help. 

“There’s no reason for you to pay me to go with you,” she muttered, stubborn as ever. “Other people would go for free.” 

I hummed low, dragging my gaze down her body before meeting her eyes again. “I know, but I don’t want to go with them. I want to go with you.” 

That did it. Her cheeks burned crimson, and I felt that small victory spark in my chest. 

She stammered, looking away. “That… doesn’t make any sense.” 

“I’m not going there to enjoy myself. It’s business. If you say no, I don’t have anyone else I’d want to bring. It will leave a bad impression. It’s a win–win, Princess. You get something out of it. And so do I.” 

She bit her lip again. I could see her mind working behind her eyes, that constant push and pull, run away or take a step closer? She hated herself for even considering it, but she was considering it all the same. 

Finally, she sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair. Her lashes lowered as she muttered, almost to herself, “I guess… it’s not a bad idea. Since we both need this.” 

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. 

“Good girl,” I murmured. 

She glanced at me nervously. “About the price… you can only give it to me if you’re satisfied with my behavior tonight. And you get to name it. I don’t mind.” 

I nodded. “Alright.” 

The car rolled to a stop. A second later, the door swung open, and the man outside froze. His eyes flicked up before darting straight back down to the pavement. 

Of course he did. Anyone with half a brain would. 

She was still straddling me, her thighs snug against mine, her hair mussed from the ride, and her lips parted in confusion. 

This was too intimate, too compromising, and far too addictive. No one else got to see her like this. 

I could feel the weight of the other men stationed outside too, their posture stiff, their gazes carefully lowered to the ground as if they hadn’t seen the position we were in. 

Violet’s eyes widened, a soft gasp slipping past her lips. Her gaze snapped to the open door, and her shoulders stiffened when she spotted the big mall entrance looming. 

“What are we doing here?” 

I let my eyes roam her face. I lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. 

“What else? My date has to be the most stunning woman in the room, and the one everyone knows belongs to me. So get used to it, Princess. Tonight, you’re mine, and I want the whole damn world to see it.“. 

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