[Dante]
My eyes narrowed at the woman below me who was trembling violently. Her skin was flushed pink, especially those succulent pair of ass cheeks I'd been relentlessly slamming into moments ago.
The agreement was clear: I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she was willing to endure even the most twisted of pleasures. I recognized desperation when I saw it and had no intention of showing her any mercy.
"You still want my money, don't you?" I demanded, my voice hoarse from the exertion of earlier.
She nodded, tongue out and panting heavily like a bitch in heat. I liked the hunger in her eyes—hell, I planned on getting my money's worth. Her blind submission was all thanks to the drugs I'd injected her with. The formula hadn't been perfected yet but it didn't need to be. Testing the prototype was half the thrill, especially for someone like Bianca.
She was everything I'd hoped for—young, beautiful, desperate enough to sign anything I put in front of her. But tonight wasn't just a game. Tonight was a test, a chance to see if she could handle a more... demanding role.
"Good girl," I growled, jerking the chain to force her head up, my voice a harsh whisper against her ear, "Now I want to see the face you make when you're on top, dirty little girl." A mischievous
I helped her up, taking her hand as I walked towards the place she'd sat earlier. I sat my ass down, tugging my trousers down to my knees.
With a simple yank of the chain, she knew what to do, climbing the concrete platform to hover above my dick, both her legs planted at each side.
Fuck...she looked so helpless, so defenceless like a tamed pup. I wanted to sink my teeth into her and leave marks over that pale, untainted skin. My eyes narrowed at the sight of her smoothly waxed core—it was just like I'd ordered.
My body clenched the second she grabbed my erect shaft, struggling to find her core. My throbbing cock ached to be inside her once more. I grabbed her waist, forcing my full length inside her.
"Eeek!" she squealed, throwing her head back as I helped move her. Her walls hugged my shaft tightly as she tried to hold onto something, anything. She grabbed my hair—that alone was threading dangerous waters...
I pulled my head back, out of her reach, a clear sign that I didn't want to be touched. She seemed to get the message, grabbing her tits instead and kneading them in an attempt to calm herself.
"Now ride..." I instructed, seeing how I'd kickstarted the process.
She obeyed, grabbing the edges of the concrete cuboid behind her to support her movements. I watched her pussy lips slide up and down my shaft—at times I wondered how the hell I even managed to fit into such a tiny hole.
Fuck...this felt good. Better than when I had to do all the work myself. Yet, I liked being in charge of things, it was a habit turned obsession.
I supported her motion—one hand on her waist and the other grabbing one tit. I couldn't take my eyes off those nearly perfect blue eyes of hers—it was enthralling, the way they rolled back in ecstasy.
'If you keep looking at me that way...' I huffed, speeding up my subtle thrust until I was fully in control again. I couldn't stop myself—lifting her legs over each of my shoulders while both hands supported her back, I rose from sitting.
She was so flexible—that alone was a turn-on.
I held her tightly, crouching slightly while riding my throbbing member deeper, and faster as she grabbed onto my arms for support. She was so tiny that our height difference felt almost sinful...like she was some sort of minor. But with a face like that and a body like this, I could tell that she was a fully grown woman—anybody could.
"Please! I can't..." she pleaded with watery eyes, her grip on my arms tightening.
I groaned at the sight of it. If she kept looking at me with those pathetic eyes, I might have cummed on the spot. Dirty little slut.
I shut my eyes and focused on fucking her slowly. The sound of her moans filled my ears, driving me wild. It had been so long since I'd enjoyed being with a woman so much—it felt too good to give up. Not yet, not when I hadn't gotten my money's worth.
I pushed her back against the wall, holding her there as she wrapped her legs around my torso. She wanted this as badly as I did.
Her fingers dug into my flesh as I sped up, pulling my hips back and forth, rocking us. It was too soon to come, but I knew I needed to be done.
I didn't want to rush through this; I wanted to savour every bit of her, even as I fucked her senseless.
I let out another low growl, lifting her legs further up so that I could bury myself even deeper inside her cunt. I pumped harder, hitting the right spot as she screamed and bucked against my hard cock.
"Fuck!" I cried out, sinking my teeth into the crook between her neck and shoulder, my hips bucking up as I came undone, the warm liquid spilling inside of her. She let out a loud shriek of pleasure and pain, gripping my arms tighter, trying to keep me there.
I knew she'd climaxed shortly before me, she wanted to hold me—the way lovers would hold one another after something like this.
But we weren't lovers.
With a grunt, I tore the weak woman off me, letting her slump down onto the floor. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy from the intense orgasm. I unhooked her collar and then turned to gather the rest of my things.
She was on the ground panting, her legs too weakened to stand. My eyes barely lingered on her as I walked away. That was fun.
'Maybe we will meet again—no, we surely will.' I grinned before leaving her on the rooftop. Hopefully, she would return to her senses after the drugs wore off in a couple of minutes.
[Dante]That woman... she was becoming more unpredictable by the day. One moment she was drunk out of her mind, the next she was calling at odd hours like I was her emergency contact—always with trouble nipping at her heels. But showing up here of her own volition? That was new.She never came to me unless she had something to gain—or something to prove.I figured she was coming to 'clear the air.' Toss out a half-hearted apology, stir up a pointless argument, maybe remind me she didn't owe me anything. Her usual routine. I should've been used to it by now—but being used to Bianca never made her any less infuriating.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.I looked up. And there she was.Her silhouette framed the doorway. She was wearing a white shirt tucked neatly beneath a dark suit jacket, all business above the waist—but below—that skirt was an insult to decency. It stopped far too short of modesty, hugging her hips and showing off legs I had spent far too many nights thinking ab
[Bianca]The first thing I registered was the light. Pale, silvery, and much too bright for the way my head was pounding. I groaned and flopped onto my side, shielding my eyes. The second was the sheets—cool, soft and tangled around my legs like I'd fought off a dream or maybe a demon. Either option felt equally possible for some reason.The ceiling above me wasn't familiar. Definitely not Cassie's.So where the hell was I?I struggled to sit up and the sheets slipped down and I froze. My top was gone. My heart began to race, thudding in my ears as I jerked the covers away to assess the damage.My panties? Still on.My legs trembled as I shifted slightly, testing for any soreness. But there was none. No sticky skin. No ache. Just a mild hangover and a foggy brain.On the bedside table sat a packet of wipes—one half sticking out, signifying that it had been used—and next to it, a neatly folded piece of paper.I reached for it with trembling fingers.'The suite was paid for. But you st
[Dante]The hotel door slammed shut behind us and in three long strides, I was already beside the bed.I tossed the woman down and she landed with a soft bounce, breath-catching, eyes wide—but not afraid. No. She was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth breathing for.Her gaze clung to mine, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it. The invitation.I started undoing the buttons of my shirt, one by one, slowly—never breaking eye contact. "You're not going to run this time, are you?" I asked, shrugging off my coat and letting it fall to the floor with a muffled thud.She didn't answer with words. She didn't need to.The corner of her mouth curved into something sly. And then her hands were in my hair the moment I set one knee over the bed.I reached for her throat, fingers wrapping gently, possessively around the delicate column of her neck and our lips collided in a kiss that burned through logic and hesitation alike. Her mou
[Dante] “As you can see, sir, our branch in Japan is outperforming South Korea, so I suggest we—” BZZZZT. My phone vibrated, interrupting the presentation. All eyes subtly glanced at me as I glanced at the screen. Bianca. I hadn’t seen her since that day. I hadn’t gone after her either, opting to let things cool off—and clear my head after Mr. Wentworth decided to stir chaos and leave me with the mess. As I reached for the phone, the room tried to act casual, but I could feel their curiosity in the air. Normally, I never answered calls during meetings. But this time, I did. I swiped to answer and pressed the phone to my ear. “You! You left me! How could you? Get back here, dammit! I can’t get home by myself!” she slurred. Silence fell on my end for a beat. I pressed my lips together, then asked quietly: “Are you drunk? Where are you?” I heard the woman gasp over the phone before hanging up. I stared at the screen. Did she mean to call someone else? And who
[Bianca]It had been three days.Three long, weirdly peaceful days since I left Dante's place, and Cassandra's apartment had become something of a soft landing spot. Or at least as soft as her sequinned couch and aggressively scented candles would allow.The first night, she insisted I stay over without me asking, and claimed the paparazzi would never find me here, but we both knew she just wanted details and didn't take "nothing happened" for an answer. "So? You and Dante Wentworth. Spill," she had asked immediately after I got in, laying herself across the couch while smoking.“It’s nothing honestly,” I began, lowering my bags, “I was trying to get a job through him but things just got a bit complicated.” I lied, trying to feed her curiosity at least a little to please her. Cassandra kicked her feet in the air, nodding. She was obviously high and not the best person at keeping secrets. “Complicated you say? What do you mean? He just wanted to fuck or maybe something more serious?”
[Dante]The bedroom door echoed after I slammed it and I heard the front door shut quietly.And I stood there—still drowning in the aftershock.She slapped me.She slapped me.Me.Bianca Campbell.Bianca. Fucking. Campbell.The same woman who was crying in my arms in that elevator before the switch happened. Now she had teeth.She had the audacity to strike me like I was some misbehaving child who needed correction.I blinked slowly, jaw twitching. My hands were trembling—not with hurt, but disbelief as they reached for my cheek. The last person who slapped me was long dead. But why did I find her outburst unimaginably sexy?That fire. That mouth. Oh, that goddamn slap.What the hell was she doing to me?I paced the room like an animal, hands in my hair, tugging at the roots. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lips. Her fists. Her shaking fingers curled into the fabric of her blouse to hide that she was panicking.Bianca wasn’t like the others.She was afraid but still daring.A