All Is Fair: A Trent Alexander-Arnold x Kylian Mbappé x Original Character Erotic Series.
18+ Minors DNI
Chapter 1
Trent was absolutely fucking furious as he sped down the motorway, less than twenty miles to London as he gripped his steering wheel in frustration.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, the leather cool against his heated skin. The frustration radiating from him was almost tangible, a simmering heat that threatened to boil over. He registered the blur of the motorway passing by, the cars a stream of indistinct shapes, but his focus remained on the swirling thoughts in his head.
The logical part of his brain acknowledged that his anger was misplaced. Rosa was single, and their connection was purely physical—a fleeting escape from the pressures of his life. He understood the transactional nature of it all. Yet, seeing her laughing freely in that Parisian setting, surrounded by other men, ignited a possessiveness he hadn’t anticipated.
Unable to curb his envy, Trent had Rosa on the next flight to London. A thousand-pound-a-night hotel room in Mayfair had been booked as a means of massaging his ego.
Veering off at his exit, he made his way towards the opulent streets of Mayfair, his mind racing with a mix of anticipation and irritation. He could almost hear the soft rustle of designer fabrics, feel the luxurious ambiance of the hotel as he approached. The thought of Rosa, that enticing smile on her lips, sent his heart pounding.
It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, no strings attached. But the moment he saw those videos of her around other men, the happiness that seemed to echo from the screen, a primal part of him had reacted. He wanted her back in his orbit, to reclaim what he thought was his.
Trent’s jaw tightened as he navigated the final stretch towards the hotel. A wave of self-reproach washed over him. He was behaving like a lovesick teenager, not a grown man with responsibilities and a career. The anger hadn't entirely subsided, but it was now laced with a distinct thread of embarrassment.
He glanced at his reflection in the car’s rearview mirror, smoothing his hand over his hair with a frustrated gesture. The image staring back at him was that of a man consumed by something he couldn't quite name. He hated it, feeling this vulnerable, this… needy.
Pulling up to the hotel entrance, he cut the engine and took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before stepping out.
He pushed open the car door, the crisp London air hitting his face. Trent straightened his hoodie, a subtle attempt to regain some composure. The hotel lobby was a symphony of hushed elegance marble floors, soaring ceilings, and the murmur of conversations. He felt a momentary disconnect from the raw emotion that had been coursing through him just moments before.
A polite smile played on his lips as he approached the reception desk. "Alexander-Arnold," he stated, his voice smooth and controlled, a stark contrast to the turmoil within. He scanned the room briefly, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes as he waited for confirmation, hoping to see her already there. A small part of him, despite all his anger and possessiveness, was genuinely eager to see her again.
The receptionist, a poised woman with a warm smile, nodded at Trent's announcement. "Mr. Alexander-Arnold, welcome. We have your suite prepared." She handed him a key card with a flourish. "Your... guest has already arrived and is awaiting you upstairs."
A surge of relief mixed with anticipation washed over Trent. He thanked the receptionist, his mind already racing ahead to the encounter that lay beyond the doors of the hotel suite. As he stepped into the elevator, he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes briefly. The doors slid shut with a soft chime, and the elevator began its ascent.
Trent's heart rate picked up as the floors ticked by. He straightened his hoodie once again, an unconscious gesture of preparation. The elevator dinged softly as it reached his floor, and the doors parted to reveal a hallway adorned with plush carpeting and tasteful art.
His sneakers moved over the plush carpet as he wandered the hall, his eyes scanning each door number as he passed until finally arriving at his destination.
Trent paused outside the door, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He slid the key card into the lock, the green light flashing as the door clicked open. He pushed it open slowly, revealing the luxurious suite beyond.
The room was bathed in soft lighting, the large windows offering a stunning view of London's skyline. A plush sofa and armchairs were arranged around a coffee table, and beyond that, a king-sized bed dominated the space. Trent's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail until they landed on Rosa.
She was seated on the sofa, her legs crossed elegantly as she sat draped in a lace robe that left hardly anything to the imagination beneath. Her hair slicked back into a bun, and her eyes met Trent's with a mix of apprehension and something else—desire.
Rosa could sense Trent's intentions without him speaking. Even the way he contacted her was driven by his ego, a twenty-thousand-dollar wire transfer to her bank account, followed by a text detailing her flight and hotel information and not much else.
Rosa's eyes widened slightly as Trent entered the room, her gaze raking over his muscular frame. She had to admit, he looked even more handsome than she remembered, with his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes. But there was a tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his mouth that spoke of anger or frustration. Rosa felt a flicker of unease, wondering what had brought him to London so suddenly.
She rose from the sofa, the lace robe clinging to her hardened nipples beneath.
Trent's eyes darkened as they trailed over Rosa's figure, the lace robe leaving little to the imagination. He could see the outline of her hardened nipples through the fabric, and it sent a surge of desire through him. But there was still that underlying anger, a possessiveness that he couldn't shake.
"What am I doing here?" Rosa asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step towards him, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Trent's jaw clenched as he met her gaze. "Didn't you?" he said, his voice low and controlled. "Did you fuck anyone in Paris?" The words tasted bitter on his tongue.
Rosa's eyes widened slightly at Trent's blunt question, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she regained her composure. She tilted her head to the side, studying him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The robe slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing more of her smooth, tanned skin.
"Is that what this is about?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of teasing. "You're checking up on me now?" She took another step closer to him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Rosa reached out and trailed a finger along Trent's jawline, feeling the tense muscles beneath his skin. "I thought our arrangement was clear," she murmured.
“Did you fuck anyone in Paris?” Trent repeated, his voice taking a lustful edge as his eyes drank in her appearance, reaching out to unfasten the string of her robe.
Rosa's breath hitched as Trent's fingers deftly untied the sash of her robe, the lace slipping open to reveal her bare breasts. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, mixed with a hint of jealousy that sent a thrill through her.
"No," she replied softly, her gaze locked with his. "There was no one else in Paris." She stepped closer, pressing her body against his.
Trent's hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin lace, the softness of her curves molding to his hard muscles. His lips crashed against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, pouring all his frustration and desire into it.
Rosa kissed him back just as passionately, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly as he lifted her onto the dresser, spreading her legs so he could stand between them.
Although Rosa hadn't actually slept with anyone in Paris, she had networked a bit while in the city of love. She made a few connections and identified a potential client or two.
Trent's hands roamed over Rosa's body, his touch possessive and hungry as he explored every inch of her exposed skin. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
"You're mine," he growled against her skin, his voice rough with desire. "Only mine."
Rosa gasped as Trent's teeth grazed her collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She arched into his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Only for the night," she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. "But that doesn't mean you get to dictate my every move."
Trent's hands tightened on her hips at her defiant words, a mix of frustration and arousal coursing through him. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers.
Trent's eyes narrowed at Rosa's defiant words, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke in a low, possessive tone. "Is that so?" His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "And what if I want more than just tonight?"
Rosa's heart raced at Trent's words, a shiver running down her spine. She could feel the heat of his body pressed against hers, the hardness of his muscles beneath his hoodie. Despite her defiant attitude, she couldn't deny the effect he had on her.
"And what makes you think you deserve more?" she challenged, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "I'm not some possession for you to claim."
Trent was in no mood to continue with their back and forth, instead of combating her defiance with words, he spat into his hand lubricating his fingers before easing them inside of her.
“You're not?” he smirked.
Rosa gasped sharply as Trent's fingers slid inside her, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he affected her.
"Fuck," she breathed, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand. Despite her words, her body betrayed her desire for him.
Trent's smirk widened as he felt Rosa's body respond to his touch, her wetness coating his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"That's not what your body is saying," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Your pussy is dripping for me, Rosa."
Pulling his fingers from her, Trent licked them clean before taking a step backwards so he could remove his clothes before slotting back between her thighs as she sat on the dresser.
As he stepped back between her legs, Rosa wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the hardness of his erection pressing against her core through the thin fabric of his boxers.
"You want me to beg for it?" she teased, a hint of defiance in her voice despite the effect he had on her. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxers, tracing the edge lightly.
Trent's grip on her hips tightened, a low growl escaping his throat. "I want you to do as I say," he demanded, his voice firm and unyielding. "Take my fucking cock out."
Rosa bit her lip, studying him for a moment before slowly hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.
Rosa's fingers hooked into the waistband of Trent's boxers, her touch light and teasing. She slowly pulled them down, revealing his hard length inch by inch. Her breath hitched as it sprang free, thick and long, the tip already glistening with precum.
"Like what you see?" Trent smirked, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he watched her reaction. He could feel her eyes on him, the heat of her gaze sending a surge of desire through him.
Rosa licked her lips unconsciously, her eyes fixed on his cock. "It's... impressive," she admitted, a hint of awe in her voice. She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the weight of him in her palm.
Trent's hips jerked forward at her touch, a low groan escaping his lips. "Put it in your mouth," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you missed it."
Rosa hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defiance crossing her face before she hopped down from the dresser.
Rosa's eyes locked onto Trent's as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her gaze never leaving his. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. A part of her wanted to defy him, to assert her control, but the heat pooling between her legs urged her on.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling the hard length pulse against her palm. She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip before she flicked out her tongue, licking away the bead of precum that had gathered there.
Trent's hips jerked forward at the contact, a low groan escaping his lips. "Fuck," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “I want it sloppy, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock.”
Rosa's lips curled into a smirk at Trent's words, a spark of defiance igniting in her eyes. She looked up at him through her lashes, her hand slowly pumping his shaft as she savored the power she held over him in this moment.
"As you wish," she murmured, before taking him into her mouth with a suddenness that made Trent grunt. Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she took him deep, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She set a brutal pace, sucking and licking with wild abandon. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. The wet, obnoxious sounds of her sloppy blowjob filled the room, punctuated by Trent's labored breathing and guttural groans.
Her free hand reached between her legs, fingers delving into her soaked folds as she played with herself. The double stimulation had her moaning around his length, sending vibrations through him.
Trent's fingers tangled in Rosa's hair, gripping tightly as he guided her movements. His hips thrust forward erratically, fucking her face.
Trent's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Rosa's skilled mouth worked his length, her throat convulsing around him with each thrust. The sloppy sounds of her ministrations filled the room, mixing with his ragged breaths and guttural moans.
He could feel the pleasure building in his core, his balls tightening as she sucked him deeper. The sight of her on her knees, thick saliva dripping down her chin and onto her chest, was incredibly erotic. He loved the way she looked at him through her lashes, a hint of defiance still shining in her eyes even as she pleasured him.
Suddenly, Trent pulled back, his cock slipping from Rosa's mouth with a pop. She looked up at him, confusion and disappointment etched on her face. But before she could say anything, he hauled her to her feet and back up onto the dresser.
Trent's hands gripped Rosa's thighs, spreading them wide as he stepped between her legs. His eyes raked over her body, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. He could see the desire burning in her gaze, the way she bit her lip as she waited for him to make his move.
Without a word, he grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with her entrance. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely. Rosa gasped at the sudden intrusion, her back arching as she adjusted to his size.
Trent began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he fucked her hard and fast, leaning into Rosa so he could press his lips against hers.
“Tell me you're my perfect little slut,” Trent growled into Rosa’s mouth, his tongue flicking feverishly against hers as he leaned into her, filling her to the hilt as his cockhead kneaded against the cushiony surface of her cervix remorselessly.
A moan ripped from Rosa’s throat as Trent’s hands gripped the back of her thighs, pinning them open as he held her up on the dresser.
He needed her to understand that he was angry, but he couldn't bring himself to scold her, especially since he was in a relationship. Not when he had kissed Charlotte goodbye and left her in his Cheshire mansion, under the pretense of traveling to London to meet with his legal team for dinner.
Trent's eyes snapped open at the sound of Rosa's moan, his grip tightening on her thighs as he buried himself deeper inside her. His hips moved with a ferocity that bordered on punishing, each thrust designed to claim her, to mark her as his.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl against her lips. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me your pussy belongs to me."
His hands slid up her thighs, gripping her ass possessively as he pulled her flush against him. He could feel the heat of her body, the way she clung to him, and it only fueled his desire.
Lifting Rosa from the dresser, Trent carried her as if she were weightless as his cock remained buried, walking her over to the chair positioned adjacent to the bed sitting down with her in his lap.
“Fucking tell me,” he thundered, bucking his hips up into her pulling a strained moan from her throat as a sliver of saliva dripped from her plump bottom lip.
Rosa's eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated and unfocused as she gazed down at Trent. His words echoed in her mind, a command she couldn't deny. She was his, completely and utterly his, even if only for the moment.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. "I'm yours, Trent. My pussy belongs to you."
The moment Rosa’s eyes met Trent's he slowed his strokes, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand guided the roll of her hips.
He couldn't stay mad at her, not when she looked at him like that, not when she submitted to him so completely.
"You're a good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip, wiping away the saliva. "My good girl."
His hips moved slowly now, each thrust deliberate and deep. He wanted to savor this moment, to imprint it on his memory. The feeling of her tight pussy enveloping him, the way she clung to him, the soft sounds she made as he filled her.
Trent's hands roamed over Rosa's body, caressing her curves with a tenderness that belied his earlier roughness. He marveled at the way she fit against him, like she was made for him.
"You're so perfect," he whispered against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, before catching it between his perfect teeth as he held her body flush against his. "Bounce on my cock.”
Rosa's body trembled with anticipation as Trent's words washed over her. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. She could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, the way his teeth grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
His hands guided her hips, encouraging her to move, to take what she needed. And oh, how she needed him. Every inch of her ached for his touch, for the feeling of him inside her.
Slowly, Rosa began to move. Her hips rolled and lifted in a sensual dance as she rode Trent's cock. Each descent brought a gasp from her lips, each ascent a moan. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Trent's hands gripped her waist tightly as he watched her through hooded eyes. The sight of Rosa bouncing on his cock was almost too much to bear.
“No one else can fuck you like this,” he groaned, raising his hand and landing a slap against her backside, gripping the flesh in his hand.
Rosa’s breath hitched, a delicate tremor running through her as Trent's words sank in. No one else can fuck you like this. The possessiveness in his voice, the raw desire radiating from him, was intoxicating. She felt a flush creep up her neck, a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies pressed together.
She swallowed, trying to regain her composure, but the tremor persisted. Trent’s hand on her backside was a delicious distraction, a tantalizing pressure that made her hips arch instinctively. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, letting it consume her.
"Mm," she murmured against his neck, a low hum vibrating in her chest. The word was barely audible, yet it conveyed everything she felt – a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability.
The subtle movement was all the confirmation Trent needed. A possessive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted his weight, deepening the angle of penetration.
“Good pussy,” he moaned, his brow furrowing as he head rolled back against the plush chair.
Trent's hands gripped Rosa's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He could feel the heat of her pussy enveloping his cock, the way it clenched around him with each thrust. It was a feeling he craved, a sensation that drove him wild with desire.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice low and husky. "You're so fucking tight."
His hips jerked upwards, meeting her thrust for thrust. The chair creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their labored breaths and the wet slap of skin against skin.
Trent's eyes flicked open, locking onto Rosa's. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her, wanted to watch the pleasure wash over her features. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. It was a sight that never failed to turn him on.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice firm yet gentle.
Rosa’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Trent’s. A delicate blush dusted her cheeks, and her pupils were dilated, reflecting the intensity of the moment. She seemed almost lost in a world of sensation, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and raw desire.
Trent found himself captivated by her gaze, by the way she looked at him with such unwavering devotion. It was a look that both thrilled and unsettled him. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he was jeopardizing his relationship with Charlotte, but in that moment, none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was Rosa and the intense connection they shared.
He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers. "That's it," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Just keep looking at me."
Rosa's heart raced as Trent's forehead pressed against hers, his intense gaze holding her captive. She could feel the heat of his breath mingling with hers, the closeness only serving to heighten her arousal.
His words echoed in her mind, a command that she couldn't disobey. It was as if he wanted to consume her, to possess every part of her being.
"Trent," she breathed, his name slipping from her lips like a prayer. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against him in search of more friction, more contact.
“Hold still and let me get deeper,” A guttural growl rumbled in Trent's chest as he grasped Rosa's hips firmly, halting her movements. His eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he lifted her slightly, adjusting his position beneath her. The muscles in his arms flexed with the effort, a testament to his athletic prowess.
"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
With a sudden, powerful thrust, he buried himself even deeper inside her. The new angle hit a spot that made Rosa's body convulse, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Trent's head fell back against the chair, his teeth gritted as he fought to maintain control.
"Can you hear how fucking wet you are?" he groaned, his hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Rosa's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt Trent's cock hitting her deepest spots. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort that only served to heighten her arousal.
"Y-yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I… I can."
Trent's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued his slow, deliberate movements. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a lewd, nasty symphony that echoed off the walls.
"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice low and husky. "Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by me."
Rosa nodded weakly, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed her. Her body moved on instinct, meeting Trent's thrusts with equal conviction.
“Perfect,” he breathed.
A moan lodged itself in Rosa's throat as she raised her hands to rest on either side of Trent's head as they ground feverishly against one another.
The drag of his cock was slow and deep from beneath as he savored Rosa, his hands and lips all over her as he held her in his lap.
Trent's hands roamed over Rosa's curves, tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. He marveled at the way her body yielded to his touch, the way she arched into him, craving more.
"Such a perfect little slut," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "My perfect little slut."
His hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. He could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Cum for me. Let me feel you cum on my cock."
Rosa's breath hitched, her nails digging into the chair as she clung to it in desperation. The world around her faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a haze of pleasure.
"I'm... I'm gonna..." words failed her as she came hard, the force of her orgasm pushing Trent from inside of her as she squirted, a small damp pool staining the chair beneath them.
Trent groaned, his body convulsing as he followed Rosa into her release. The force of her orgasm vibrated through him, leaving him breathless and weak. He clung to her, burying his face in her hair as the tremors subsided.
He slowly pulled away, his eyes locking with hers. Rosa’s cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting every curve.
"You like that, don't you?" Trent murmured, his voice husky with exhaustion and satisfaction. He reached out, gently wiping a stray strand of hair from her face. "You like being mine."
He paused, studying her expression. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before, a flicker of something deeper than just desire. It intrigued him, unsettled him even.
Rosa's heart raced as Trent's words hung in the air between them. The vulnerability in his gaze was a rare glimpse behind the confident facade he usually presented. It made her feel seen, understood in a way few people ever had.
She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper when she spoke. "Yes, Trent. I do."
The admission felt like a secret shared, a bond forged in the heat of their passion. Rosa knew she was playing with fire, that this affair could burn them both. But in that moment, she didn't care.
Trent's eyes softened at her words, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured against her skin. "I don't know what it is about you, but... I can't get enough."
His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. Rosa melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.
"You should go," she said reluctantly, glancing away from him.
Trent's smile faded slightly at Rosa's words, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He knew she was right, that he needed to leave before Charlotte grew suspicious. But the thought of walking away from Rosa, even for a short time, felt like a physical ache.
"I know," he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away. He stood up, grabbing his clothes and dressing with a practiced ease.
Rosa watched him silently, her eyes tracing the lines of his body as he moved. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the lingering warmth of their passion.
“Rosa,” Trent sighed as he turned to face her; he needed more. He couldn't just leave her there, not when her eyes glistened every time they met his.
“Come here,” he commanded gruffly.
Rosa hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn't, that getting any closer to Trent was a dangerous game. But the pull she felt towards him was irresistible.
Slowly, she stood up, her legs slightly unsteady as she crossed the room towards him. Trent's eyes darkened as she approached, his gaze roaming over her naked form with blatant appreciation.
When she was within reach, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his chest. Rosa gasped at the sudden contact, her hands instinctively gripping his arms for balance.
"What are you doing?" she breathed, tilting her head back to look up at him.
Trent's response was to crush his lips against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her into his arms.
"I'm not ready to let you go yet," he murmured against her mouth when he finally broke the kiss. "I want more of you."
Rosa's breath caught in her throat as Trent's words washed over her. The desire in his voice was palpable, a raw hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
She knew she should put a stop to this, should insist that he leave before they both got in too deep. But the feeling of his strong arms around her, the heat of his body pressed against hers, made it impossible to think straight.
"What more could you possibly want?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.
Trent's eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and desire. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.
"I want every fucking inch of you," he murmured.
Walking over to the door of the Mayfair hotel room, Trent pressed Rosa's back against it, his body pinning hers in place as he captured her lips in a scolding kiss. His hands roamed over her curves, reacquainting himself with every inch of her soft skin.
"You're mine," he growled against her mouth, his hips grinding against hers. "Say it."
Rosa's heart raced as Trent's words washed over her. The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through her, a heady mix of excitement and apprehension.
"I'm yours," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Only yours."
The words felt right, even if the reality of their situation was anything but. In that moment, with Trent's body pressed against hers and his lips devouring hers, nothing else mattered.
Trent groaned at Rosa's words, a surge of desire coursing through him. He needed her, needed to be inside her again and again until the ache in his chest eased.
A low growl rumbled in Trent's chest as he felt Rosa's breath warm against his neck. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. His gaze flicked down to her parted lips, a primal urge surging through him.
Without another word, Trent reached into his sweatpants, his fingers brushing against the familiar warmth of his manhood. A sharp intake of breath escaped Rosa's lips as she felt the subtle shift in his stance.
He didn't pause, didn’t ask for permission. His hand tightened around his erection, and with a deliberate motion, he began to free it from its confines. The sudden exposure sent a jolt of electricity through Rosa’s body, her skin prickling with anticipation.
“Trent…” Rosa's voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. Her eyes were wide and unfocused as she stared at Trent, a mixture of desire and apprehension swirling within her. The sight of him, so raw and exposed, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Trent ignored her hesitant plea, his focus solely on the task at hand. He continued to stroke his engorged member, savoring the sensation as it grew harder with each pass. His gaze remained fixed on Rosa’s lips, as if daring her to break the spell he was weaving.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he brought his erection forward, pressing it against Rosa’s entrance. A gasp escaped her lips as the heat of his skin made contact with hers. He paused there for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the sensation before continuing his advance.
The door rattled in its frame as Trent pressed into Rosa, his body pinning her against the cold wood with a force that made her breath catch. His hands braced on either side of her, fingers splaying wide against the polished surface, the muscles in his forearms tensing with each deep, unrelenting thrust.
Her bare skin prickled against the smooth barrier, a stark contrast to the heat of him inside her, filling her. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the raw musk of their exertion hung heavy in the air, and the quiet creak of the door under their weight punctuated the rhythm of their bodies.
Trent’s pace quickened, his hips snapping with a ferocity that made the door shudder louder, the sound echoing through the suite like a warning. “You’re mine,” he rasped again, his voice rough, almost broken, as if saying it could make it true beyond this stolen moment. His hand slid down to grip her thigh, hitching it higher around his waist, deepening the angle until a sharp gasp tore from her lips.
In his eyes, she saw the conflict—anger at her freedom, guilt over his betrayal, and a raw hunger that refused to let go. Sweat beaded on his brow, and as he pressed his forehead to hers, the world outside—Charlotte, his career, his wants, and her tangled web—seemed to dissolve in the heat of their collision.
Rosa and Trent had met one another while he was on vacation in Miami with his brothers and friends. She was beautiful, he wanted a good time, and it felt as though it was a perfect alignment of convenience.
What he hadn't anticipated was the aftermath: the way his body craved her, the quickening of his breathing whenever she crossed his mind, and the visuals of their trysts that swirled around his head and threatened to consume him.
What was only supposed to be vacation fun had begun to bleed its way into his everyday life, and he didn't know how to stop it; he didn't know if he wanted to.
