After Anastasia left, Christian Grey picked up the pill from the floor, his expression stern. The audacity of the Crimson Night Club was growing indeed. He couldnt help but wonder about the woman who had just left; her demeanor did not seem faked, and he found himself intrigued.
In the bathroom, Anastasia stood under the shower, her face flushed with panic. What should she do? Without the pill, it meant she wouldnt be able to avoid the nights events. A knock on the door startled her, and she quickly wrapped a towel around herself, opening the door to find Christian standing there.
Christian couldnt help but be taken aback by the sight of Anastasia, her freshly washed face rosy, and her damp hair tumbling down, adding to her allure. Anastasia felt the mans gaze on her and shrank back slightly when she met his predatory eyes.
"Are you avoiding me?" Christian asked, his voice low and intense.
"No, of course not," Anastasia replied with a forced smile, her mind racing to think of a way out of the situation. She knew that resisting Christian Grey would be futile, and she needed to find another solution.
Christian gestured to the bed. "Come here," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Anastasias heart pounded in her chest as she slowly made her way to sit beside him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and her nerves were on edge.
"Whats your name?" Christian asked, pulling her into his embrace and whispering into her ear.
Caught off guard by the sudden intimacy, Anastasia blushed deeply. "Anastasia," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Christians lips curled into a smirk as he observed her reaction. He found her innocence charming, a stark contrast to the women he usually encountered. "Well, Anastasia, Im Christian," he introduced himself, his breath hot against her ear.
As he spoke, Christians hand traced a path from her waist up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Anastasias heart raced, and she felt a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been in such a situation before, and she was unsure of how to navigate the complexities of Christians desires.
Christians hand reached her face, and he gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and intense, and Anastasia found herself drowning in their depths. Before she could react, Christian leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Anastasias mind went blank, and she felt her body respond to his touch despite her initial resistance. Christians kiss was demanding, and she found herself giving in to the moment, her hands finding their way to his chest.
As the kiss deepened, Christians control over the situation became apparent. Anastasia was a novice in the game of seduction, and Christian was a master. He knew exactly how to manipulate her body and her emotions, and she was powerless against his expertise.
When the kiss finally broke, Anastasia was left gasping for air, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Christian looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
"We should continue this later," Christian said, his voice husky with unspent passion. "For now, I have other plans for you."
Anastasias heart sank as she realized that her ordeal was far from over. Christians words hung in the air, a promise of more to come, and she knew that she was in for a long night.
The rest of the evening was a blur for Anastasia. She found herself caught in a whirlwind of Christians desires, each moment more intense than the last. As the night wore on, she began to question her own feelings, torn between her bodys betrayal and her minds resistance.
By the time dawn broke, Anastasia was left exhausted and emotionally drained. She had been pushed to her limits and had experienced a side of herself that she never knew existed. As she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she couldnt help but wonder what the future held for her and Christian Grey.