The Billionaire's Price of Passion

My bones echoed with every pounding of the nightclub's booming bass, reflecting the erratic pulse of my broken heart. I sat at the bar sipping on my third drink of the evening. Was I on my fourth? The sea of dancing individuals was eerily lit by the flickering neon lights. I took a sip of another cocktail, allowing the bitter flavor of betrayal to subside thanks to the booze.

How was he able to? My trust had been broken by my devoted, trustworthy lover of three years, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. His feeble justifications continued to replay in my head as he was caught red-handed in the arms of another woman.

I closed my eyes, attempting to use the throbbing music to block out the unpleasant memories.

"One more?" The voice of the bartender interrupted my train of thought.

I looked up, my eyes a little fuzzy. "Yes, please."

I looked around the room while I waited for my drink. At that point, I spotted him. He had a strong presence and stood close to the edge of the dance floor, drawing my attention to him like a magnet. His emerald eyes seemed to pierce through the low light, and his dark hair fell in the ideal disorder. I was unable to take my eyes off of him because he embodied hazardous allure.

When our gazes locked, it seemed as though time had frozen. With a knowing smirk on his face, he seemed to be able to see right through my suffering. Embarrassed by the heat rising in my cheeks, I hurriedly glanced away. I turned to see that he was approaching me, slicing with a predatory ease through the crowd.

His deep, smooth voice questioned, "Is this seat taken?"

I shook my head, disbelieving what I was saying. My spine tingled as he took a seat across from me on the barstool. With a raised hand, he introduced himself as Elan. "Jade," I shot back, shaking his hand and experiencing a shockwave of electricity at his touch.

"Jade, what brings you here tonight?"

I took a sip of my drink and groaned. "Merely attempting to forget." He seemed to understand exactly what I meant when he nodded. "To forgetting, then," he lifted his drink.

As we shook glasses, I extended my sip, sensing the warmth coursing through my body. Elan never took his eyes off of mine, and I experienced an odd attraction to him as well as a desire to fade into his mysterious presence.

We spoke about everything and nothing as the evening went on. His clever comments made me giggle, and I felt a little lighter on my shoulders. He possessed the ability to make me feel noticed, as though I were the only one in the packed club.

"Want to dance?" he inquired, his mischievous eyes glimmering.

After a brief period of hesitation, I nodded. His touch on my lower back was solid and comforting as he guided me to the dance floor. We were surrounded by pulsating music, and I let myself to lose myself in the beat. We walked in unison, our bodies swinging in time.

I put my arms around his neck as soon as I felt his hands on my hips, drawing me in. We were only a few inches away when I felt his breath on my skin. Tension buzzed in the air between us, and I felt myself leaning in, attracted to him like a moth to a flame. The kiss was explosive, a rush of heat and need that turned my head as soon as our lips made contact.

As I lost myself in the feel of his lips on mine, I intensified the kiss. I pushed closer as his hands moved over my body, desiring to feel every part of him. Everything around us vanished, leaving only our ferocious bond to sustain us.

I pressed my lips to his, hardly understanding what I was saying as I said, "I need you."

His eyes were dark with want as he retreated a little. "Let's leave this place."

The chilly night air was a sharp contrast to the heat between us as we staggered out of the club.

After Elan called a cab, we got inside and touched each other all over. I was in excruciating need by the time we arrived at his flat because the ride to his house had been a whirlwind of passionate kisses and straying hands.

He brought me inside, and we were back on one other's as soon as the door shut behind us. I gasped at the sensation of his lips on mine and his hands slipping beneath my dress. With ease, he pulled me up and carried me to the bedroom, where he laid me down on the bed.

I starred as he took off his shirt to show me his toned abs and well-defined chest. With his hands and lips caressing every part of my body, he joined me on the bed. I groaned as he discovered my tender points and arched into his touch.

Our garments vanished, and I was enthralled with the sensation of his skin on mine. I was infatuated with him because he had sinewy strength and hard planes. His lips created a trail of fire as he kissed every inch of my body.

I shook with excitement as he finally rested between my thighs. I let out a cry as my fists gripped the sheets as his tongue teased me.

He used skilled technique to work me, pushing me to the brink and back till I was pleading for relief. He gave me a menacing smirk as he raised his head to gaze. "Be patient, Jade."

But I was out of patience. I was ready to plead for him, I really did need him, all of him. I think he saw the desperation in my eyes because he finally gave in and stood at my entrance.

With a hoarse voice, he questioned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I murmured. "Please."

He moved slowly into me, filling and stretching me to the point that I gasped. He gave me a chance to adjust before starting to move, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. We danced together in a primordial trance of need and need as I put my legs around his and drew him in.

The sensation of his lips on mine, the sound of our breathing, and the feel of him inside me were all that was left. I became engrossed in the beat, the warmth, and the depth of our relationship. It was a primitive and unadulterated release of all the hurt, resentment, and betrayal that had been plaguing me.

I yelled out as the orgasm tore through me as I felt the pressure increasing and coiling tighter and tighter until it finally shattered. Elan trailed closely behind, releasing a strong, trembling wave of his own that left us both speechless.

In the aftermath, we lay there intertwined, breathing slowly back into normalcy.

As Elan's fingers caressed my hair, I experienced an unexplained sense of calm and fulfillment-as though I was right in my element.

Reality started to resurface as the haze of pleasure started to recede. This was a one-night fling, a brief reprieve from my suffering. Even though I knew that, as I lay there in Elan's arms, I couldn't help but want more.

But at this moment, I couldn't afford to consider that. I had to put my attention on healing from the treachery that had rocked my world and on myself. I was reminded that I was still capable of feeling emotions other than anguish, which was a gift from this night.

With his eyes closed and his breathing calm, I glanced up at Elan. For an instant, I allowed myself to fantasize about what it would be like to wake up next to him every day since he appeared comfortable and at ease. However, that was a dream and not a reality in my life.

I pulled away from his hug, crawled out of bed, and gathered my clothes. I had to get out before the hard reality of the outside world revealed itself in the light of morning. This evening would remain a lovely, ephemeral memory, a short diversion from the tempest that was to come.

I took a final look at Elan as I dressed and stealthily exited his place. He was still asleep, not even aware that I had left. I let out a little, dejected smile to myself and stepped out into the chilly night.

The city was still thriving, with lively traffic on the streets. I was prepared to take on whatever came next as I walked with a renewed sense of resolve. This evening served as a pivotal moment and a reminder that I was strong enough to continue.

I clung to the thought of Elan, the stranger who had given me a night to forget and the willpower to start over, as I vanished into the beating center of the metropolis.