Chapter 1:

"Alright, pepper spray?" Ruby asked, looking at Belle and Emma.

"Check." Emma and Belle answered together, looking in their clutches.

"Cellphone charged?"

"Check."

"Alright time to go party!" Ruby shouted, pouring shots for her girlfriends. They cheered and tossed their head back, swallowing the drink. They were celebrating Emma's promotion to homicide detective.

"Where are we going again?" Emma asked as they walked down the street, she tried to ignore the whistle she got from passing cars. She felt a little uncomfortable in the tight leather black dress that Ruby had forced her in to.

"Pirate Club. New sexy club that just opened up." Ruby answered her, pointing to the long line outside an old apartment building. Emma gasped at the long line and started feeling more nervous from all the lustful looks she was getting.

"Hey there, Ruby." The bouncer called, pulling away the rope for her. Ruby smiled and blew a kiss to him, pulling Belle and Emma into the club. The music bass vibrated through her body as they walking through the dark hallway towards the music.

"Time to celebrate." Ruby yelled, waving her hands at the crowd in front of them. Emma gasped at the crowd, there were fourth floors of sweaty dancing people that filled the building. People rubbed against each other, it looked like they were having sex with clothes on. Ruby pulled them to the bar, ordering some shots. As time passed, the girls were separated by lust filled men, finally leaving Emma alone at the bar. She sat, watching her friends dancing to the beat of the music.

"May I buy you a drink, love?" An Irish sounding man stood uncomfortably closer to her.

"No thanks." She answered, not looking at the man to show that she was not interested.

"I was just asking to be polite. You will have a drink with me." He hissed, passing Emma a shot. She stiffened at the demanding tone he had, she wasn't one to allow men to demand things from her but there was just something about this man.

"What makes you think I would like to have a drink with you?" She finally turned to look at him and froze at the sight before her. He was gorgeous, midnight black hair with sharp blue eyes that stared into her soul. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that was showing some black chested hair and a black leather jacket that formed to his firm shoulder.

"It doesn't matter if you would like to or not. I can tell that you want to, some would say that you desire it." Emma's mouth almost dropped open at that statement. This man was bold, he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't making stops to get it.

"You sound certain in that statement." Emma responded, pushing the shot away from her. He looked at her hand then back at her eyes, a smirk spreading on his tasty looking lips.

"Prove me wrong." He challenged, leaning in closer to Emma. Her breath got caught in her throat, she couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He kept moving in closer, licking his lips as his eyes stared into her soul. Emma began hating herself for getting wetter this scene before her.

"Damn you." She mumbled, grabbing the collars of his leather jacket and pulled his lips against hers. His lips tasted as amazing as she had thought in those few minutes of talking, they are were soft but demanding at the same time. He was in shock for a second but then took control of the kiss, wrapping his fingers in her hair. His tongue ran across her lips, demanding for the entrance but Emma refused. She heard a growl from him but she just ignored it, enjoying the fact that he wasn't getting what he wanted.

"We are leaving." He demanded as soon as he pulled away from the kiss. Emma looked shocked and confused, he stood up and paid for the drinks.

"Come." He ordered, taking her hand into his and pulled her off the stool.

"But I don't even know you." Emma said, her mind was saying that this was wrong but her body was doing the opposite.

"That is the excitement of this." He stated, pulling her out into the street and lead her to the hotel at a fast pace. As he walked over to the front desk, leaving Emma by the windows. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Ruby and Belle, telling them where she was.

"Who are you texting, love?" He asked, pulling her phone out of her hands without asking. Emma gasped, reaching for the phone but he held it out of reach.

"Friends. That way they don't worry about me." Emma explained, still holding out her hand. He smiled and placed it in his pocket inside.

"What the hell?!" She demanded, only to be led to the elevators by him. He just smiled and kissed her cheek, waiting for the elevator. Emma began feeling nervous as she tried to figure out why the hell she was doing this. This man was clearly a control freak and could be a crazy stalker, plus she didn't even know what his name was. The elevator doors opened and he pulled her inside, their fingers were still intertwined.

As soon as the doors closed, he pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against her. His tongue shoved its way into her mouth as Emma twisted her fingers in his hair. She moaned as his tongue tangled with hers, fighting for dominance even though she knew that he would win. The doors opened and he pulled away, chuckling as Emma leaned against the wall shocked.

"Come on, love." He whispered, pulling her down the hallway. He opened the door to the hotel room, allowing her to walk in first. Emma looked around and gasped, she was too busy in the elevator to notice that they had arrived to the penthouse floor. She walked over to the wall of windows, looking at the skyline. The stranger, that is what she decided to call him since he refused to tell her his name, stood at the wet bar. She leaned against the window, taking in the sights as she tried to figure out what she was doing here.

"Drink." He whispered into her ear, handing her a glass of whiskey. Emma turned around and looked up at him, her back pressed against the cool glass. He held a drink of his own, the other arm press against the glass next to her head.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you are trying to get me drunk." She whispered, taking a sip of the drink. He winked at her, taking a sip of his own without breaking eye contact.

"What is your name?" She asked, hoping that he would finally answer this time.

"Now, I need to know now. Do you want to be here?" He asked, ignoring the question. Instead he began playing with her hair, running it through his fingers.

"I need you all in, I am not like other guys." He whispered, running his thumb over her bottom lip. Emma stood in silence, thinking of what she could say.

"I am not like other girls." She responded, taking another sip of her drink as he smiled down at her.