Fevered claims

Damien POV

"Ugh...shit". I staggered out of the automatic doors, my tailored suit no longer immaculate. My body reeks of the strong smell of alcohol.

I coughed violently as my breath felt raspy, making me clutch my chest as I tried holding my lungs ironically.

The Aphrodisiac powder effect spread through my body, and with each deep breath, it felt like a knife twisting inside. Someone has definitely drugged me.

"God damnit, another bastard trying his luck". I’d underestimated tonight.

Dragging my swaying feet across the thick carpet, I reached for the elevator with trembling hands.

The elevator doors opened. I leaned against the wall, panting like a trapped animal. The light above flickered.

My eyes felt blurry when I saw a figure walking down the hall, and a folder was tucked under the figure's arm. The figure had a striking face that could evoke even the deepest feelings in a man. It probably had noticed my disheveled self.

My fingers clutched the elevator rail like a lifeline. Still breathing heavily and the figure came into view and it turned out to be a pretty man. He moved towards me and stretched out his arms. “Sir… you okay?”

Lifting my head, I stared at the young man like a predator would at its prey. The moment the stranger drew close, my hands shot out, grabbing him before he could react. The force sent both of us staggering.

Heart pounding, the young man tried to resist, but my grip was iron. The elevator doors closed, sealing us inside.

The young man struggled to free himself. “Are you okay? Why is your body so hot? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

I refuse to say anything, simply holding the man’s hand and gripping it tightly. The elevator jerked to a stop and opened.

Without waiting I pulled him out, barely catching myself as I dragged the young man along with me. Opening the suite and swung the door shut behind us.

Collapsed against the plush bed, I pulled the young man down with me.

Our bodies tangled, one on top of the other. Neither of us moved, only the sound of my ragged breathing filled the room.

The young man tried again to push my weight off. “Let me go.” He slid a hand to my chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall. “What’s wrong with you…”

My head rolled to the side. A frustrated strained, bitter laugh escaped my mouth. “Then… I suppose you’re the only one who can help me." Coughing violently, I continued. “I’d better not die with such a figure by my side.”

My words carried a hidden message, something the young man possibly couldn’t name. Maybe begging, perhaps a challenge.

But it wasn’t the time for questions. The young man grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside stand and pressed it to my lips.

Once the liquid hit my throat, I drank it greedily as if I had never tasted water from birth but the water did nothing to ease the heat coming out of my body.

“You… don’t understand,” my throat croaked, gripping the young man’s wrist. I yanked him closer and stared down at this beauty, as if the world outside no longer existed. “Pleasure me.”

The young man’s eyes widened. “What do you mean by that?” His heart hammered against mine.

Aware of the dangerous intimacy, the young man pulled back, finally breaking free from my grip as he sat up.

I followed him, my body pressed against him—a closeness that was both threatening and intoxicating. Grabbing the young man’s face and forcefully kissed him.

The young man struggled again, hitting and pushing but I was relentless. Only this figure could stop this heat and satisfy me, so I thought.

Hurriedly removing the young man’s top and moved to his neck, ravaging it with kisses. Slowly I worked down to his chest and captured one nipple with my lips.

A moan escaped the young man’s lips, stealing his breath. Though he was still resisting until I took the second nipple with his fingers.

A pained moan tore from the young man’s mouth. “Ple…ase… don’t…”

Returning to his mouth, I took his lips with a deep, consuming kiss while my hands continued working the man’s nipples.

My other hand loosened the young man’s trousers and grasped his member. Stroking it gently, drawing another moan from the man’s lips.

“Get… off… me,” the young man gasped, still struggling against my hold.

A growl escaped my throat. “I will pay you enough money to live free for a lifetime.” I forcefully pulled off the young man’s trousers.

The young man trembled at the sight of what I was doing to his body. “Wha…tt… are you doing?”

“You want to tell me you’re still a virgin? Don’t worry—I’ll go gently on you.” Licking my lips seductively as I pulled off his own top. “Stroke my rod. It won’t hurt to try.” Guiding the young man’s hand inside my trousers to touch my hardened member.

“It’s… huge…” The young man tried to pull his hand away, but I forced it back.

“Don’t you dare,” I put his hands back in place.

“Please let me go. I don’t want to,” the young man said shakily.

His pleas didn't seem to touch me. “I’ll pay you. Enough that you never have to work again. Enough that you can forget this ever happened.”

I spread the young man’s legs wide and rubbed his entrance with a finger. “Moan for me. Let me hear you moan.”

“I…I… don't want to…”

“You don’t have to be, baby boy. Just moan for me.” Hissing at his response, I returned my mouth to the young man’s nipple.

Taking a deep suck. Another moan escaped the young man’s lips. “Yes, like that. Give me more sounds.” I continued rubbing his entrance and sucking his nipples.

Tears flowed from the young man’s eyes as he still attempted to free himself from my hold. I pushed my fingers into his entrance, making him scream in agony. "Arghhhhh...."