Chapter 8
8:30 PM – BELLA CLUB
SIENNA POV
Juliet and I stepped out of the taxi, and my breath hitched the moment I saw the glowing lights of Bella Club. My chest tightened.
The memories from last time flooded me—how I acted like a slut.
I pulled the hem of the dress down, uncomfortable, but it wasn't budging. Juliet had forced me into one of her dresses, and it was scandalously revealing. A short black armless gown that barely covered my thighs, with my boobs practically spilling over the top.
I turned to her, "Isn't this too revealing?" I asked, my voice laced with discomfort. I knew I was here to erase Lorenzo from my mind, not fall into another mess.
"It's not!" she shrieked. "You look so fucking hot, I feel like fucking you myself right here!"
"Hey, be quiet," I hissed, embarrassed. Juliet could be wild and filthy, but that's what I loved about her.
"Come on, and don't forget to lose that virginity tonight," she giggled and dragged me toward the entrance.
The club was alive and more packed than the last time.
"Wow, it's even louder tonight," I muttered under my breath.
Juliet leaned in and shouted, "Have you been here before?!"
"Huh? No!" I answered quickly, and she nodded.
We pushed through the crowd, ordered our drinks, and found a place to sit.
"Chug down, baby!" she laughed as we settled.
I picked up my glass and drank in long gulps, letting the alcohol burn down my throat.
After a few minutes, Juliet wanted to drag me to the dance floor, but I wasn't feeling it, so I told her to go alone while I watch. She left me at the table and joined the crowd, her body moving wildly to the beat.
Suddenly, a strange sensation rushed through me.
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched.
A jolt of raw electricity shot through my body.
My pussy throbbed—wet in seconds—and my heart raced.
What the hell?
This wasn't the usual heat I felt when looking at Lorenzo. My mind wasn't even on him, yet the arousal hit me like a damn truck.
I scanned the crowd for Juliet. I couldn't sit here another second. I might throw myself at a stranger if this kept up.
I needed to get out now, My body ached like I have been working all night.
Every nerve on me was on fire.
Then a hand gripped my waist from behind. I gasped, my body going hotter.
His breath grazed my neck. "Are you okay?" I wanted to tell him I wasn't. I wanted to run but his grip tightened.
"Please let me go," I begged, sweating, shaking.l profusely.
But even while panicking, all I could ,think of was Lorenzo. I wanted him only him.
I yanked myself from the man and bolted. I needed to get out, I needed air, I needed control.
He caught up fast, gripping my wrist again.
I struggled, panicking to free myself, until I heard a voice.
"Drop her hand." My head whipped around.
Lorenzo! My heart slammed.
My pussy clenched hard. Yes, he was what I needed right now.
He stepped forward, eyes cold, and punched the man square in the face.
Gasps filled the air. Everywhere became quiet.
Before he could say or do more, I grabbed his hand and pulled him away toward the entrance.
"Did you bring your car?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Why?" he asked, confused.
I nearly screamed. My skin was on fire.
He noticed it then—the sweat on my face, the way I trembled.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, this time softer, more concerned. His voice...God, it only made it worse.
I nodded fast. "I'm not okay. We need to get in your car."
Then I spotted the limousine and rushed toward it.
"Easy, Sienna," he called after me.
The moment he opened the door, I jumped inside, pulling him in with me.
I crushed my lips to his as I pushed him unto the chair, desperate and hungry.
He was stunned at first, but then he gave in, matching my pace.
I kicked off my shoes, fumbling to get my panties off.
He tried to pull away. "Sienna...wait."
I kissed him again, harder, dragging his hand between my legs.
"Touch me," I begged breathlessly, grinding on his lap.
"Sienna, stop," he tried again, but I didn't let him go. I pinned him down, his dick has become hard now, just by grinding on him.
"Touch me, Loren," I demanded.
That name always had effect on him, so, it will do again.
He flipped our positions, pressing me flat on the seat, my dripping pussy exposed to him.
He slid a finger inside me, and I cried out.
"Yes," I moaned, gripping the leather tight.
"Add more, Loren!" I screamed, writhing under him.
He hesitated, staring at me like something wasn't right.
Still, he moved his finger, rubbing my clit slowly, with his eyes on me.
My body jerked as the pleasure hit.
"Rub it harder!" I begged. His other hand groped my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
"That's not enough," I cried, frustrated.
I sat up, pushed him back into the seat, and kissed him again, my hands already unbuckling his belt.
He was hard,so damn hard.
"Sienna, wait!" he yelled, but that only fueled my lust.
I straddled him, positioned myself over his cock, about to take him inside me—
He shoved me off.
"Sienna, you're not in your right senses," he growled.
His voice…fuck. It made me want him even more.
"Please...fuck me," I whispered helplessly, rubbing my thighs together.
He cupped my face gently. "We'll do this...but only when you're yourself again."
"I'm dying, Loran," I said, my voice shaking.
He stood, opened a small compartment in the car, and pulled out a sleek black briefcase.
He popped it open, brought out a syringe, and removed the cap.
"Bring your arm, Sienna." I stared at him, feeling dizzy.
"This will make you feel better
." I gave him my arm without a word.
He injected the serum, and within seconds, my body began to calm.
Then darkness swallowed everything.
To be continued...