Chapter 344. In The End... All That Sound Got Interrupted By A Sudden Kiss!

Chapter 344: 344. In The End... All That Sound Got Interrupted By A Sudden Kiss!

Mike didn’t let her retreat into the safety of her own denial. With a sudden, rough display of strength, he spun her around, forcing her back against the cold marble countertop of the wet bar.

The impact forced a sharp gasp from her lungs, and he kept her pinned there, his body acting as a living cage. He wanted to see it, he wanted to see every flicker of terror, every spark of unwanted arousal, every crack in the facade she had built around herself.

"Look at you," Mike purred, his breath hot against her cheek as he forced her to meet his predatory gaze. "Look at how terrified you are right now..."

"And yet, look at where you chose to meet me."

"Of all the places in this godforsaken city, you didn’t go to a café, you didn’t go to a park; you came to a penthouse in a fucking love hotel."

"Don’t try to play ignorant with me, Maya. You knew exactly what kind of energy was waiting for you here."

"I didn’t," she started, her voice shaking, but she couldn’t finish the lie.

The truth was a bitter pill she refused to swallow. "I came here because I thought... I thought you had something important to say..."

"Something that would fix this!"

"Fix it?" Mike laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "You don’t want to fix anything."

"You want to be hunted."

Before she could respond, his hand descended. He reached around her waist and sank his fingers into the soft, generous flesh of her ass, gripping her with such possessive force that it lifted her slightly off her feet.

"Ahh!" Maya screamed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.

The pain was sharp, but the sensation of being claimed so physically sent a devastating wave of heat straight to her groin. "That’s enough, Mike!"

"Let go of me right now or I swear to God."

"Or what?" Mike challenged, his grip tightening further, his fingers kneading the muscle and fat. "You’ll walk away?"

"You’ll run back to your safe little life and pretend this moment didn’t happen?"

"Don’t be naive, sweet cheeks. Not so fast."

He leaned his full weight against her, trapping her between his hard body and the unforgiving stone. "See, I have a very strict personal policy, Maya."

"I find it impossible to let a beautiful lady leave without fully satisfying her needs."

"And right now, your needs are screaming louder than your mouth."

To emphasize his point, he brought both hands up to her chest again, but this time he didn’t just hold her; he seized her. His palms wrapped around her massive tits, his fingers digging in with an intensity that felt like they might bruise.

He squeezed with enough force to make her breasts spill over the sides of his hands.

"Nnngh ahhh!" Maya’s head fell back against his shoulder, a broken moan escaping her as the pressure became overwhelming. "Stop... please, Mike, you’re hurting me!"

"Am I?" Mike whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "Or am I just touching you the way you’ve been dreaming about since that night in the cabin?"

"Be honest with me, Maya. Just once."

"You could have walked away when I sent that text..."

"You could have blocked my number."

"You could have stayed in your apartment and slept soundly. But you didn’t..."

"You came here. You gave me every opportunity to stop this, which means you were expecting this."

"I wasn’t!" she shrieked, though her body was betraying her by arching into his grip, seeking more of the punishing friction. "I was terrified! There’s a difference!"

"There is no difference when the result is the same," Mike countered, his thumbs grinding mercilessly against her nipples through the fabric. "You crave the confrontation."

"You crave the moment where you lose the right to say ’no.’"

"Let go!" Maya’s voice rose to a panicked crescendo as his grip became almost unbearable, the pressure on her chest making it difficult to draw a full breath. "Mike, seriously, you’re... you’re hurting me too much! Let go of me!"

Her hands flailed against his arms, but she was trapped in his vice-like hold. Her breathing was a series of ragged, wet gasps, and her cries were dissolving into incoherent whimpers.

The more she fought, the more he squeezed, and the more he squeezed, the more her body responded with those devastating, involuntary moans that told him exactly how much she was enjoying the very thing she claimed to hate.

Mike leaned in until there was no space left between them, his chest crushing her breasts as he pressed her harder against the marble. His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath hot enough to scald.

"I didn’t just invite you here for a conversation, Maya," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo inside her own ribcage. "I rented this suite for the entire night."

"The door is locked, the staff has been instructed not to disturb us, and there isn’t a soul in this building who knows you’re here."

"So why don’t we stop pretending you’re angry and finally have some real fucking fun?"

Maya felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, a deep, involuntary blush that burned from her neck up to her temples. Her mind began to fracture.

The logic she usually clung to, the righteous anger, began to crumble under the weight of his words and the sheer, expensive reality of the situation. A traitorous thought slipped through the cracks of her resistance.

’This room... this place... it’s costing him thousands.’

’I can’t just leave after he’s spent all this money on us.’

It was a pathetic, weak justification, but it was the crack in the dam she needed. Her resolve didn’t just break; it evaporated.

In a moment of pure, unthinking impulse, driven by a cocktail of guilt, arousal, and desperation, she turned her head. Instead of biting him or screaming again, her lips found his.

It was supposed to be a mistake, a clumsy, apologetic collision, but the moment their lips touched, the world tilted on its axis.

’Oh no...! I slipped...!’

Mike didn’t hesitate. He didn’t surprise her.

He had been waiting for this exact moment of surrender. The second her lips pressed against his, he seized the opportunity with the ruthless efficiency of a predator who had just watched his prey walk willingly into the trap.

His mouth crashed against hers, not with tenderness but with a claiming violence. He took control of the kiss immediately, his tongue forcing its way past her lips with an aggressive demand that left her breathless.

It wasn’t a request; it was an invasion. He tasted of expensive whiskey and something dark and metallic that made her head spin.

"Mmph!" Maya let out a muffled cry against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling against hers in a rhythm that felt like it was rearranging her insides.

Her hands, which had been braced against his chest to push him away, suddenly slid upward, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair, pulling him closer even as she tried to maintain some semblance of resistance.

"That’s it," Mike growled against her lips, the sound vibrating through her entire body. "Give in..."

"Stop fighting what you already know."

The kiss became longer, more desperate, more consuming. Mike’s mouth was everywhere, demanding, consuming, and relentless.

He tilted her head back further, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat while his tongue continued its assault on her mouth. Maya’s knees buckled, and she would have collapsed to the floor if not for his other arm wrapping around her waist, hauling her hips flush against his.

"Ahh... hnnn..." A broken, high-pitched moan escaped her throat as the kiss intensified.

Every time she thought she had reached a breaking point, he pushed further, his mouth moving with a fuckboy’s practiced expertise, knowing exactly how to manipulate the pressure, the suction, and the angle to drive her to the brink of madness.

The sound of their wet, sliding lips filled the quiet room, punctuated by her ragged gasps for air. She was drowning in him.

The anger was gone, replaced by a raw, terrifying hunger that made her want to claw at his skin. Her breathing became a series of desperate sobs and involuntary moans as the kiss stretched on, each second more intense than the last, until the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and the devastating noise of his mouth claiming hers.