LOGINELEANOR POV Banks’s grip is an unyielding blaze on my waist as we leave the chaotic red carpet and step in through the gate. There’s a difference between our worlds. The noises fade. The brightness of the flashlights is nonexistent, and the crowd of paparazzi is replaced by silence. There’s absolutely no one here. It’s expansive, dark, and void, except for the gloomy skyline that hosts only a crescent moon. I glance over my shoulders and I'm met with locked gate and no human. It's like the earlier paparazzi didn't happen. I return my gaze. “Wow,” I gasp when I take in the sight in front of me. "You like it?" I look up at him. The smile he uses when he knows something I don’t.... which is frequently... settles on his face. "Do I like it? This building looks like it was stolen from A Queen's reign" He raise his lashes up at me and smile. It's not funny. The building looks like a huge Cathedral but without the door or entrance.It's not an exaggeration. I see no gate, window or wa
She sucks on them instantly. Her warm tongue swirling around my knuckles with an intake of breath so intense it makes my head spin. I press my face back down, my head shaking against her cunt as I devour her."Yes... Again... Please..." I pull my fingers from her mouth and grip her tightly by the waist, dragging her body right to the edge of the desk so there is no space left between us. I coat her with my tongue, thrusting upward, my mouth fully covering her hole. She wiggles, a loud, uninhibited scream ripping from her throat."I like how you eat my cunt, master" I hit my open palm down across her breast, the sharp sting cutting off her breath, her head falls back."Fffuccck. Please... just like that." Every word dissolves into a breathless plea. I lock into the rhythm, burying my face into her until I can feel her slick juices covering my cheeks and chin. "Squeeze my tit, please" Heat floods my entire system at her groggy command. I obey. my heart races, and my cock grows unbeliev
BANKS POVThis woman will be my absolute end."I can sit on this table," Eleanor says, her fingertips sliding over the sleek metal of my laptop before she shuts it with a definitive, quiet click."My legs on either side of you, and you bury your face under me." Each word settles deep inside my chest, triggering a vivid, merciless image of me doing exactly that."And you'll get a massive hard-on." I loosen my tie, the silk slipping through my fingers as the air in the office suddenly turns to ash."Continue to suck my clit as I cum on your face." My cock jerks violently against the confinement of my slacks."You'll then slap my tits because I'm screaming too loud." My throat goes completely dry. She leans forward, her chest practically calling out to me, taunting the restraint I’m rapidly losing."Which will only make me scream loud enough for your staff to hear." She stands up slowly. My eyes, my brain, the very blood in my veins focus entirely on the hypnotic, deliberate sway of her
"Well, the money belonged to the clients""You're one weird man, Mr Banks" he kiss my lips and returns to his seat. "At fifteen, my father leveraged his network to admit me into university early. I was surrounded by over-pompous, excessively wealthy legacy heirs: children of diplomats and tech magnates who spent their allowances on high-grade narcotics, illegal racing, and alcohol. They consistently found themselves in volatile legal positions or dangerous neighborhoods.""So you provided them with bodyguards.""I provided them with absolute discretion and physical extraction teams," Banks corrects, his eyes gleaming with a cold brilliance. "I charged exorbitant retainers to keep their parents from discovering their vices. The business stabilized within three years, before I completed my undergraduate degrees at nineteen." I look at him, completely captivated by the ruthless efficiency of his timeline. "Nineteen? Banks, most people are barely deciding on a major at that age.""I do
The man lowers his head, bowing slightly toward the desk. "I apologize, sir.""You currently manage two high-end villas in Manchester," Banks states, his voice perfectly level, devoid of any shouting, yet vibrating with an intense, terrifying force. A voice draws back my attention after an hour long tiring talks I consider jargons. Don't blame me. "What if we liquidate those two private properties... and your kidneys?" A suffocating silence descends upon the room. "My apologies, Mr. Wellington," the man pleads, his posture completely bowed even though he appears to be at least a decade older than the man sitting beside me."Is this the quality of strategy I am compensating you for?" Banks rebukes, his eyes narrowing into the room. "To offer me a tactical solution that requires sacrificing a sovereign asset generating over hundred million annually?" The executives collectively shift in their seats, their gazes dropping to their respective keyboards. No one dares to breathe."I pro
ELEANOR POV"Who on earth built this place?" The question escapes my lips as a pure rhetorical sigh. The architecture is staggeringly gorgeous—the exterior is massive and wide, framed by heavily reinforced, specialized ballistic glass that slide open electronically without a sound the moment our proximity registers. I try to glance back through the pane, but the surface is a complete void."The glass is structurally treated to prevent external monitoring or surveillance of our primary clients as they cross the threshold," Banks explains smoothly."They could simply compromise the CCTV network, you know," I counter, tilting my neck to look at him.Banks places his palm against the small of my lower back, guiding me directly into an elevator bank. A male and female operative materialize from the shadows, attempting to follow us into the cabin, but Banks offers a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand, which stops them in their tracks. We're alone. "They cannot compromise the grid because t
"Jesus!" I jump back, my hand flying to my chest as I face Vandiver"I apologize, miss.""Mr. Van... I am just going into the next store to buy raw formulation materials," I say, pointing aggressively at the glass storefront. Honestly, sometimes he acts like I’m an escaped con
Eleanor POV"The furniture will be completely arranged before your arrival tomorrow, ma'am."I offer the interior designer a tight smile, grab my handbag, and head out to where Vandiver is waiting by the sleek Rolls-Royce.I don't have a regular job anymore, and w
"I still can't believe there's a hundred grand sitting in my account," he chuckles, his voice cracking.I lay flat back on the bed, staring at the ceiling."Me too. I screamed. I danced. In fact, I thanked the man more than I've ever thanked anyone in my life."
. llEleanor POV Vandiver drives me back to my apartment. Yet, I can't sleep, my mind wrapped around the sudden emergency news that took Banks away. I check my phone again. ME: Is everything okay, Master? As expected, no reply. He never replies.It’s 3:00 AM, but I have absolute clarity on what I w







