The Unattainable (The Foreplay to Forgiveness)

PROLOGUE

A/N: Hi!

I want to introduce you this story.
Do you like romance?
A love triangle?
Do you like bad boys? CEOs? Mafia, perhaps?
Do you like reading hot, steamy sex?
Do you like secrets in a book? A twist?
If the answer is Yes, then this story is for you. :)

I'm an amateur writer but I enjoyed writing this, so pls don't hesitate to leave comments/critiques.

- DK

She woke up at the sound of a door slamming closed and the pulsing noise outside ceased, giving her head a rest from the throbbing pain. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes but they would only open halfway. She tried to touch her face only to realize that she couldn't move a muscle. Her arms felt full of lead. Her eyelids felt heavy. Dazed, she tried to concentrate for a moment. No, she thought. Not sleep paralysis. I'm NOT having sleep paralysis. She wasn't certain though, because it sure felt like she was having one. As if her mind was awake, while her body was asleep. She's been experiencing this phenomenon ever since her body clock became messed up.

Then she started hearing voices. Bits and pieces of a conversation. She listened, well at least she tried to, but her senses were in haywire at the moment. Seconds later, the voices lulled her back to sleep.

She had no idea how long she stayed unconscious, but she later heard the slam of the door. Someone must have been entering or leaving the room. And it bothered her that she absolutely had no idea who it was, or if there was more than one person coming in and out of the room.

A slight dip in the matress of the bed alerted her to the presence of someone beside her.

"Xa-x-xander?" She murmured groggily, hoping it was her boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with my tongue? It sure felt thick.

"Right here, baby." She heard him say. "Shh.. Go to sleep. You're wasted."

So she is. It made perfect sense. A piece of memory played in the back of her mind briefly, of Xander taking her out to his frat party. She partied hard. She got drunk. Oh, what a shame.. She giggled. I'll think about this in the morning, and.. She gave up the thought. Sighing, she succumbed to a deep sleep.

And then she felt the lightest touch on her arm.

Her eyelids fluttered open for just a split second. Another hand brushed the side of her face. Or was it a hand? A pillow? Her hair? She didn't know.

Xander. Yes, Xander, she guessed.

She heard the shuffling of clothes or rather felt it. Someone groaned. There was a hand squeezing her bare torso. Wait. Bare?

This time the touch landed below her navel. She opened her mouth to say something only to find out she's too parched to speak properly. The touch stayed there before a heavy weight climbed on top of her. Her pulse quickened. Eyes fluttering, she saw a shadow. No, a man. It's too dark. She cannot see his face.

Xander? He was being an asshole again. He knew she doesn't like getting laid in her boozed state.

A kiss momentarily stilled her. A mouth lazily grazed her lips, nipping at the bottom. He pushed his tongue inside and gave her a kiss so deep she could swear his tongue brushed the back of her mouth. The eyes she was desperately keeps open shuts down and an involuntary moan escapes her throat.

Shit. This is unexpected. Yes, she doesn't like being taken advantage of but hell, Xander rarely, I mean rarely, kisses her like that. In fact he's not fond of kissing at all. Heat coiled deep in her belly and spread all over her body.

With one hand, he imprisoned both of hers and held them high above her head. She was immobile. She felt him unbuttoning her top all the way down. With a flick of his fingers her bra was unclasped and was pulled upwards to her neck, displaying her breasts. The brush of cold air on her nipples made her shiver. His mouth left hers and she panted hoarsely. She let out a soft cry when his wet tongue found her nipple and he suckled. Hard.

She breathed deeply. God. This feels so good. Is this a dream? It certainly felt like a dream. If this is a dream, then I never want it to end. She arched her back to offer him more.

The suckling transferred to the other nipple and she pressed her eyes closed as he squeezed her breast. After he had gotten enough of her breasts, his lips traveled across her stomach and trailed lower. The skater skirt she was wearing earlier was hitched up to her thighs. She was turned on and she knew she was wet down there. He released her hands and he pulls her legs apart.

Wait. She forcefully closed her legs. Don't go there. All of a sudden, it didn't feel right anymore.

"Xander," she managed to say, wanting him to stop. "Do no---" she did not get to finish for he grabbed her legs, pushed her panties to the side and pressed his hard length inside her. It happened so fast that she yelped in surprise. She held her breath.

You, bastard.

The man hadn't changed at all. He was still Xander---the selfish boyfriend who plays rough in bed, who doesn't respect her No's.

He grabbed her hips and began to rock in and out. She bit her lip and chose not to move, after all this is too familiar. She fisted the sheets beside her instead and hoped he'll get it over with soon. She did not mind the groans, her drunken condition really helped in shutting down thoughts and emotions. The last thing she remembered was his hot essence splattering outside her mound.

And then she blacked out.