SERENA POV

The dancefloor was alive with bodies.

Joyce was a few feet away from me, grinding on Spencer as he ran his hands up her body.

The red strobe lights flashed on her lust-filled gaze as they danced as one.

It was like a scene from a movie where everyone is high on acid and just dancing lustfully. Except, in this case, there were no drugs. Just alcohol and a good time.

A smile spread on my face as I danced in a circle, letting the alcohol take control once again.

The song fueled my energy the more I moved.

A light tap touched my shoulder and I turned toward the person.

The man was handsome with dark tanned skin and green emerald eyes.

"Hi," I shout over the music, a smile on my face as I kept dancing. He leaned in closer to talk in my ear.

"You look like your having fun," He says and I nod my head. "Care if I join?"

"Not at all," I say stepping back slightly. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me around so my backside was against him.

I continued to move to the beat as his hands moved on my hips.

I met Joyce's gaze and she gave me a wide smile while glancing at the man behind me. Spencer turned too, to see what she was looking at.

His smile quickly dropped as he looked behind me. I looked over my shoulder but the hands-on my hips were ripped away, making me stumble forward slightly.

"Get lost," I hear a deep voice growl before hands were replaced on my hips. They were larger and rougher than the other pair.

Shrugging my shoulders, I kept dancing as the firm hands gripped tighter on my hips. The heat from his palms warmed my bare skin.

Suddenly the person pulled me against their chest and wrapped their arms around me possessively. Leaning my head against the man's shoulder, I looked up to meet those dark brown eyes.

Clayton.

"Where did..?" I start to ask but his hands rubbing my hips distracted me from my question.

"He's gone," Clayton says with a wide smile as he leans his head into the crook of my neck. His warm breath sent shivers up my spine as I leaned my head further into his chest. He placed a few light kisses on my neck.

When he pulled back, I immediately missed his closeness on my neck. But he held on tightly to me as I continued to sway back and forth with the music. My butt rubbed against his member and I felt him stiffen behind me as he growled in my ear.

"You better be careful, little one," He warns in my ear.

A smirk spreads across my face as I turn in his arms, our faces inches apart.

"Why would I want to do that?" I ask, my lips brushing his ear lobe.

"You're going to start something you can't stop."

"Who said I backed down from a challenge?"

When I pulled back, I could see the lust in his eyes. We stare into each other's eyes before mine slowly dropped down to his lips and then back up.

He must have understood what I meant because he pulled my hip to bring me closer and his lips smacked on mine. His lips moved with a bruising force. Like he needed me to breathe.

My hands quickly wrapped around his neck as my fingers played with his hair.

This was heaven.

After a few minutes, we both pulled away breathing heavily for air.

He smirked down at me before glancing behind me and nudging his head towards the door. Knowing he was signaling to Spencer I just took a few seconds to admire his jawline before he grabbed my hand.

He interlocked our fingers and started leading me through the crowd and towards the door. The crowd seemed to part for him without a word spoken.

Maybe he was a God.

The fresh air hit my face as we walked out the door and towards a row of parked cars. The music had been silenced with the close of the doors and my ears were ringing from the sudden silence.

"Where are we going?"

"You can choose, my place or your hotel."

I glance over my shoulder as the doors open again filling the air with muffled music. Joyce and Spencer stumble out with Spencer stabilizing her.

"Is she okay?" I ask with concern.

"Yeah, I'm going to take her back to her hotel room. I'll stay with her for the night and make sure she is alright." Spencer informs me.

I give him a knowing look as Joyce starts laughing.

"I am a man of my word. I will not place a lingering hand on her."

I nod at his response and watch as they get into a black Camero.

Turning back to Clayton, he pulls me toward a black jaguar. My jaw drops as he opens the door for me.

"This is your car?"

"Duh," he says with a slight eye roll. I slide into the seat and look over the interior in shock. Damn, he must be loaded.

I didn't notice he was in the car until the engine revved.

"So," He says, asking me where we were heading.

"The hotel."

A smirk crosses his face as he quickly shifts the car and speeds down the road behind Spencer.

My hands shoot downwards and hold onto the seat to steady myself while he makes a fast turn.

Everything shot by in blurs as he swerved past cars.

But I wasn't focused on the view outside. I was focused on the one right next to me.

His forearm veins were popping out as he gripped the steering wheel. His other hand moved across the consul and onto my bare thigh.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I looked down at his hand before back at him.

A smirk was on his face that went right to my core.

A drive that took thirty minutes, took fifteen as he pulled to a stop in front of the hotel.

He didn't waste any time as he got out and rounded the car, coming to my side before my seat belt was fully off.

He opened my door and put a hand out for me, which I instantly took.

We both speed walk to the elevators and quickly got in.

The second the doors closed, he was on me. His lips smash onto mine in a hard and passionate kiss. My hands go to his hair as he pinned me against the elevator wall.

When the elevator doors opened, he pulled me out with a tight hold on my wrist.

This was the most spontaneous thing I have ever done and no regrets were running through my body.

I quickly reach into my clutch and pull the door key out as we approached the door. He snatches it from my hands and opens the door, pulling me inside.

This man liked to move me like a doll. And I wasn't complaining.

When inside, he was back on me.

His lips were on mine as he pinned me to the door.

My hands went to the buttons on his shirt and started undoing them without a second thought.

I guess the alcohol was making me brave.

He groaned against my mouth in approval as I slide his shirt off his arms and threw it to the floor.

Suddenly, he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me off the floor. A light chirp left my mouth in surprise as I wrapped my legs around his waist before his lips were on mine again.

It was suffocating but too intoxicating to pull away from.

My sandals slipped off my feet as we approached the bed before he dropped me on it with a bounce.

I watched with lust as he took his shoes off before looking down at me.

My eyes roamed from his face to his toned body with tattoos.

Lust filled me even more.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling me by my ankles until I was on the edge of the bed.

His hands greedily pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. His eyes roamed my body as mine just did to him.

I saw the lust burn in his eyes as he looked over my breasts.

Could this man do anything to make me hornier?

He put a knee on the bed and placed a gentle kiss on my lips while playing with the hem of my skirt. In one quick swoop, my legs were bare and I was naked in front of him.

He leaned us back so I was laying under him on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this, mi amore?" He asks in a gentle voice while moving his kisses to my neck.

"Yes," I say breathily. I feel him smirk against my neck before standing back up.

I watch him with confusion before he starts to pull his belt off, then his pants.

The God of a man stood in front of me in just his boxer briefs and I could only stare. His bulge was strained in his boxers, begging to be let free.

This was going to be the best night of my life.