The devil's hunger

 Serena stepped out of the gala into the cold New York night. The city lights looked fuzzy as she got into the waiting car. Her heart was still beating fast from meeting Donato. She had done everything right. She looked beautiful, acted cool, and stayed out of reach. She told him no.

 She sat back in the seat and closed her eyes. The red dress felt heavy on her skin. She could still feel Donato’s hand on her waist and his warm breath near her ear. He was just as she thought strong, scary, and always gets what he wants.

 But tonight she made him want something he could not have right away.

 A small, cold smile came to her lips.

 The game had begun.

 Across the city, Donato was not smiling.

 He sat in the back of his black SUV. One hand rested on Sofia’s leg as the car drove fast through the streets. Sofia was his favorite girl right now. She was on her knees between his legs. Her mouth was busy sucking his cock.

 “Take it deeper,” Donato said in a low, hard voice. He pushed her head down harder. He fucked her mouth with slow, strong moves. Sofia made small choking sounds but kept going. Her eyes got wet as she sucked him hard.

 Donato leaned his head back. His eyes were half closed. But he was not really thinking about Sofia. He was thinking about the woman from the party. Serena. Her green eyes. The way she looked at him without fear. The way she said no so calmly.

 No one said no to him. Ever.

 He grabbed Sofia’s hair tighter and pushed harder into her throat.

 “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Suck it like you mean it.”

 Sofia made a moaning sound around his cock. Her hands moved on the bottom part as she worked faster. Donato came with a deep grunt. He shot his cum down her throat. She swallowed all of it. Then she looked up at him with hungry eyes and wiped her mouth.

 Donato closed his pants and leaned back. He lit a cigar.

 “Take us to the penthouse,” he told the driver.

 As the car moved, Donato kept thinking about the woman in the red dress. He wanted her. And Donato Vitale always got what he wanted.

 Later that night in his big penthouse high above the city, Donato fucked Sofia hard against the tall windows. He bent her over and held her hips tight. He pushed his cock into her from behind. 

 “You like that?” he growled. He slapped her ass hard. “Getting fucked like a whore while the whole city can see?”

 “Yes, Don,” Sofia moaned. She pushed back against him. “Harder please.”

 Donato fucked her without mercy. His hand went around her throat as he drove deep inside her. He came with a low groan, filling her with his cum. Then he pulled out and watched his cum run down her legs.

 Sofia turned around and smiled at him.

 “Stay the night?” she asked.

 Donato lit another cigar and looked out at the city.

 “No,” he said in a cold voice. “Get dressed and go.”

 Sofia did not argue. She put on her clothes and left quietly.

 Alone now, Donato poured a drink and stood by the window. He stared at the bright city below. He was the king here. He ran the streets, the money, and the power. Men died when he said so. Women begged to be with him.

 But that woman from the party said no.

 He took out his phone and looked at the number she gave him.

 A dangerous smile came on his face.

 “Serena Yale,” he said quietly. “You do not know what you started.”

 The next morning, Serena woke up in her nice apartment. Sunlight came through the windows onto her soft bed. She was naked under the sheets. She stretched her body. Her big breasts moved as she did. Her nipples got hard in the cool air.

 She got out of bed and walked to the big mirror. She looked at herself. Long dark hair. A strong, pretty body from lots of exercise. She touched between her legs. She was wet. She thought about Donato’s big cock inside her. His hands holding her down. His voice telling her what to do.

 Her fingers moved on her clit. She rubbed faster. She came hard, shaking against the mirror. Her legs got wet.

 But dreams were not enough.

 Her phone made a sound. It was a new number.

 Unknown: Dinner tonight. 8pm. I do not take no for an answer.

 Serena smiled. Her heart beat fast.

 Serena: You will have to learn.

 She put the phone down. The devil was hungry. She would make him wait longer.

 That evening, Donato waited in his private dinner room. The place was closed just for them. Candles were lit. Good wine sat on the table. He wore a black suit that showed off his big shoulders and strong body. His cock was already getting hard thinking about her.

 His men had checked on her all day. Serena Vale. 28 years old. She worked with art. She had no family. No easy weak spots. She was smart and careful.

 The door opened. Serena walked in. She wore a short green dress. It was tight. The top was very low. Her breasts almost came out when she moved. Her long legs looked great in high shoes. Her ass moved nicely as she walked.

 Donato’s mouth got tight. His cock got fully hard in his pants.

 “Serena,” he said in a smooth voice. He walked to her and pulled her close. One hand held her back. The other lifted her chin. “You came.”

 “I said I would not,” she answered with a smile. “But here I am. I want to see what a man like you does when he hears no.”

 He put his lips near her ear. “I take what I want. And I make sure you love it.”

 Dinner was hard for both of them. Every look. Every time their hands touched. Every word had hidden meaning. Under the table, his hand went up her leg. His fingers touched her panties. She was very wet.

 “You are playing a bad game,” he said. He pressed his fingers on her pussy through the cloth.

 Serena breathed fast but did not move away. “Maybe I like bad things, Donato.”

 In the car after dinner, they could not wait anymore.

 As soon as the door closed, Donato pulled her dress down. Her breasts came out. He sucked hard on one nipple. His fingers pushed her panties to the side and went inside her wet pussy.

 “Fuck, you are tight,” he said. Two thick fingers moved in and out. His thumb rubbed her clit. Serena moaned loud. Her hips moved against his hand.

 “I hate how much I want this,” she said, but she kept riding his fingers.

 Donato laughed in a dark way. “You will learn to love it. Now get on your knees.”

 He took out his big cock. It was nine inches, thick and hard. Serena took it in her mouth. She sucked deep. Her throat opened for him. He held her head and fucked her mouth. Wet sounds filled the car.

 He could not wait long. He turned her around and pushed his cock all the way into her pussy in one hard move. The car shook as he fucked her fast. He slapped her ass. He pulled her hair. He held her throat lightly while saying dirty things.

 “Come for me, Serena. Show me your body wants me.”

 She came hard. Her pussy squeezed his cock. Wet juice ran down. Donato groaned loud and filled her with his hot cum. It leaked out as he kept moving.

 They were not done.

 At the penthouse, he fucked her many more times. Against the window. On the kitchen table. Over his desk while he spanked her ass until it was red. He licked her pussy until she shook and squirted on his face. Then she rode his cock, and he watched his cum drip from her.

 By morning, Serena was tired on his bed. Her body had bite marks, hand prints, and dry cum on it. Donato watched her sleep. He smoked his cigar. He felt very possessive.

 She said no once.

 She would not say it again.

 Donato wanted more. He woke her up with his mouth on her breasts. He sucked hard until she woke up moaning. Then he moved down and licked her pussy. His tongue went deep inside her. He sucked her clit until she came again, holding his head and crying out.

 After that, he made her get on all fours. He fucked her from behind again. This time slower, deeper. He wanted her to feel every inch. His balls slapped against her. One hand played with her clit while the other held her hair.

 “Tell me you want my cock,” he said.

 “I want it,” she breathed.

 “Louder.”

 “I want your cock, Donato!”

 He fucked her harder after that. When he came, he pulled out and shot his cum all over her back and ass.

 They took a shower together. But even there he could not keep his hands off. He pushed her against the wall and fucked her standing up. Water ran over their bodies as he thrust deep.

 Serena’s mind was spinning. She came here to play a game. But her body was loving every second. She hated how good it felt. How much she wanted him to keep going.

 After the shower, they ate breakfast naked on the big couch. Donato fed her fruit with his fingers. His cock was hard again. Serena could not stop looking at it.

 She reached out and stroked it. Donato groaned. She got between his legs and sucked him again. This time she took her time. She licked every part. She sucked his balls. Then she took him deep in her throat until he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all.

 “You are mine now,” Donato said, pulling her up to kiss her hard.

 Serena smiled inside. The game was working. He thought he had her. But she was still in control. Or so she told herself.

 Outside, the city kept moving. Donato’s men were watching. His empire was running. But his mind was only on Serena.

 He would chase her. Break her walls. Make her beg.

 And Serena? She was ready for the fight. Because the hunger in his eyes made her wet. The danger made her heart race. This was going to be a long, dirty game.