Nadra's pulse quickened as she stepped out into the dim underground parking lot, her heels tapping nervously on the cold concrete. She glanced around, biting her lip, unsure of where Kamal had gone—until a sleek black Maybach idled into view and rolled to a stop beside her, its lights casting a low, soft glow on her figure. The rear door swung open automatically, revealing the dimly lit interior and Kamal's tall frame, his gaze intense and steady as he looked at her.
Without a word, she slipped inside, feeling her pulse race even faster as the door quietly shut behind her, sealing them in. The interior was breathtaking—the black leather seats with deep stitching, a plush carpet under her feet, and polished wood accents that gleamed under the lighting. A delicate hint of cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of rich leather and something distinctly Kamal.
As soon as they began to move, Kamal leaned forward, tapping a button to close the partition, separating them from the driver. His hand then reached out, warm and firm, gently gripping her neck and pulling her close, his lips capturing hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. The kiss was deep, possessive, and Nadra felt herself melt into it, her hand coming up to rest on his chest as she lost herself in the heat.
When he finally pulled back, his fingers trailed down her neck, and he settled back against the seat, his gaze still locked on her. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Talk to me," he said in a low voice, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her knuckles. "Distract me. Or we may never survive this car."
Nadra flushed, caught off guard, but she tried to focus on his request, searching for something—anything—to say. "Well… I've never really… you know, been with someone your age," she managed, glancing up at him with a mixture of shyness and boldness.
Kamal's eyes glinted with amusement. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice laced with intrigue. He leaned closer, the intensity of his gaze unrelenting. "And do you regret it?"
A slow smile crossed Nadra's face as she bit her bottom lip and she shook her head. "No. Not even a little bit."
The corner of his mouth curved into roguish smirk. "Good," he said, his voice deep and husky. "Because I was going to have you tonight, regardless."
A thrill shot through her at his words, his confidence and arrogance intoxicating. Just then, the car slowed as they pulled up to the back entrance of a sprawling, luxurious hotel that stood towering against the night sky.
Before she could even react, Kamal was already out of the car, moving with swift efficiency. He opened her door and, without a word, leaned down and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Nadra gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling the strength in his embrace as he carried her toward a private elevator at the far end of the lot.
"You know," she whispered, trying to find her voice, her face aflame as he stepped into the empty elevator, "I can walk."
Kamal glanced down at her, a playful glint in his eyes. "Indulge me," he murmured, pulling her closer as the elevator doors slid shut.
Nadra's cheeks flushed as they ascended in silence, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was hyper-aware of his touch, his hand splayed across her back, holding her securely against him.
When the elevator doors opened to reveal an opulent penthouse suite, Kamal finally set her down, his hand lingering on her waist as he took in her expression. She glanced around, taking in the sweeping view of the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the plush furnishings, and the artfully arranged decor that gave the space a timeless elegance.
Kamal's voice broke the silence, soft but commanding. "I would love to give you a tour right now but…," he trailed off, his large hand pulling her flush against him, pressing her bottom against him so she could feel the bulge in his pants.
Nadra glanced back at him slyly from under her lashes. "But?" She inquired and arched a bit into him, watching heat flare in his eyes in satisfaction.
"But I want to fuck you so hard, the entire building will hear you scream. And I am not really a patient man."
"Fine by me." She replied and spun around to face him, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit and pulling him in for a heated kiss. His hands went to her bottom as she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist as his big hands kneaded her ass. He let out a deep moan that she felt in her core. He moved towards a bedroom and walked in. They knocked into a few things, lost in the feverish kiss. He dropped her on the soft bed and undid his suit, shirt and pants in seconds before pulling her in and undressing her with nimble and experienced hands.
Nadra peered up at him from her lashes, her eyes cloudy with lust and half-heartedly tried to talk herself out of this one last time. But as Kamal's lips made constant with the sensitive skin on her neck, biting and sucking as his hands gripped her fleshy thjghs, she gave up and surrendered to him.
Surrounded to her mom's boss.