Darius

As Claire looked for Haley in the crowd, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw a tall, handsome man standing behind her, smiling at her.

“Hello, beautiful. I've never seen you here before. I'm Darius,” he said, extending his hand to her.

Claire hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand. “I'm Claire. Nice to meet you,” she said, trying to sound friendly.

Darius gestured towards the bar. “May I buy you a drink? I'd like to get to know you better.”

Claire shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, why not. I'll have a vodka cranberry,” she said.

They made their way to the bar and Darius ordered their drinks. As they sat and talked, Claire opened up to him. She told him about her life, her family and why she was here tonight.

“I'm here because my daughter brought me. She's trying to make friends with me, I suppose. It's been difficult for us since her father died,” Claire said, taking a sip of her drink.

Darius nodded in understanding. “I'm sorry to hear that. But it's good that you're trying to connect with her. Family is important.”

They continued to talk, and Claire felt more and more at ease. She didn't notice that Darius had put something in her drink, something that made it taste a little sweeter.

By the time she had finished her drink, she felt buzzed. She laughed and joked with Darius, feeling giddy and carefree.

“Hey, you want to have some fun?” Darius asked, winking at her.

Claire was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, let's go in the back room and dance or something,” he said, pointing to a door at the back of the club.

Claire hesitated. She knew she shouldn't go with him, that it was a bad idea. But she couldn't stop herself. She felt so buzzed and horny.

“Okay, sure,” she said, getting up from her seat.

As they stumbled into the dark alley behind the club, Darius pulled Claire to him and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the effects of the **** coursing through her veins, making her dizzy and disoriented.

Darius tore off Claire's clothes and ripped them off her with rough ****. She didn't resist him, her mind was foggy and her inhibitions were gone.

He pressed her against the brick wall, his hands feeling her bare skin. She felt his hardness pressing against her and she moaned as he **** himself inside her.

Darius began to fuck her roughly, his hips thrusting against hers with a ferocity that took her breath away. She felt herself approaching climax, her body trembling with pleasure.

And then she came. The orgasm washed over her like a wave and left her weak and gasping for air. But Darius didn't stop, he continued to fuck her with a relentless urge, as if he couldn't get enough.

Claire couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the pleasure it was giving her. She had never been taken like this before, and it was both frightening and exhilarating.

The roughness of his movements, the lack of control, it all felt so wrong and yet so right. She surrendered to the moment, letting go of all her fears and doubts and giving in to the pleasure.