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~Niklaus

I didn't care to know who my men brought into these rooms.

Over the years, every single woman dropped off at my private floor looked the same, forgettable faces, desperate for my money, and utterly devoid of anything that could actually pull my gaze up from their bodies.

I never bothered looking at their faces. Their features were irrelevant, useful only as hollow vessels to burn off the dark frustration that always sat in my chest.

When I stepped into the dimly lit 5th-floor suite, I expected the same routine.

Then I looked at her.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat, my iron discipline fracturing in a bit of a second. She didn't look like any of the others.

She stood in the center of the room, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin glowing under the warm amber light. She had wide, defiant eyes and sharp, breath-taking features that made my chest tighten with an explosive, dangerous heat.

She was an angel in human form, striking, pristine, and far too exquisite to be standing in a room meant for raw, mindless vice.

"Undress," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, uncompromising rasp as I stripped off my shirt.

She looked shocked, her delicate lips parting as her eyes widened in disbelief. For a second, I thought she would protest, but then her hands moved to the zipper of her fitted dress.

She let it slide down her body, stepping out of it until she stood before me in nothing but her lace undergarments.

My pulse slammed against my ribs.

I hated foreplay. I never kissed these women, never wasted time tasting their skin, and never touched their breasts or paid attention to their bodies beyond what I needed for my own release.

But looking at her, every rule I had enforced for years crumbled to dust.

Her full, pink lips looked like they were begging to be crushed beneath mine, pleading for me to munch on them, to bite and taste every inch of her mouth.

Her tight, perky nipples strained against the lace, practically screaming to be sucked, teased, and pulled into my mouth until she whimpered.

I lost control.

In two long strides, I closed the distance between us, my large, calloused hand reaching out to grab her by the waist, slamming her chest flush against mine.

Before I could give her a chance to breathe, I cupped the back of her neck, pulled her face up, and crushed my mouth against hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was possessive, desperate, and deep. I tasted her fully, my tongue invading her mouth, claiming her lips just like they had begged for.

She let out a soft, surprised gasp against my lips, her small hands clutching tightly at my bare shoulders for balance.

Without breaking the kiss, I slid my hands down to the curve of her waist, hooked my fingers beneath her thighs, and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, her warm body flush against mine.

I dragged my lips down from her mouth to the column of her throat, leaving hot, heavy bites along her collarbone while carrying her over to the edge of the desk.

I shoved her bra down, exposing her tight, firm breasts, and took one of her hardened nipples straight into my mouth.

"Ah…" she gasped, her hands digging into my hair as her head fell back, her body arching off the desk as a breathless moan ripped from her throat.

I sucked her hard, swirling my tongue around the crest before biting down softly, driving her crazy until her hips twitched against mine.

I had never done this for any woman except Davina, my ex-wife. I never wasted a single second on their skin but the sound of her whimpering under my touch was turning my brain to ash.

I pulled my head back, my chest heaving as I stared down into her flushed face and dazed, heavy-lidded eyes.

Reaching down with one hand, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and let them drop down my legs, freeing my thick, fully erect length.

I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up to force her eyes onto mine.

"If your mouth can taste like this," I growled, my voice dark and dripping with raw lust, "let me see the wonders it can perform down here.”

I grabbed the back of her head, guiding her down until her knees hit the floor in front of me.

She didn't hesitate. She took my heavy length into her hands, parted those sweet lips, and slid her mouth over the head of my cock.

A sharp, ragged breath caught in my chest as her wet warmth engulfed me. I didn't stay still for long, I grabbed her hair in a tight fist, took control, and began fucking her mouth with deep thrusts.

She took every inch, her eyes watering, her throat clenching around me in a way that nearly drove me over the edge right then and there.

"Come here," I growled, pulling out of her mouth before I lost control completely.

I hauled her up, carried her into the adjoining master bedroom, and threw her back onto the large bed. Her dark hair splayed across the white sheets, her chest heaving as she stared up at my full, rigid length.

The sheer extent to which her eyes widened showed just how surprised she was by the massive size of my cock.

I stepped between her thighs, ready to drive straight into her, but before I could make a move, she suddenly snapped her legs tightly together.

I froze, completely shocked. "What now?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

She looked right into my eyes, completely unbothered by my towering stance. "I sucked you," she said, her voice steady and demanding. "It's only even if you suck me back."

I stared at her in absolute disbelief. An intense shock washed over me, immediately followed by a strange twist of amusement. She was ordering me?

None of the women brought to me had ever had the effrontery to even utter a word to me, let alone demand a damn thing.

Yet, to my own surprise, I found myself bending to her will.

I dropped to my knees at the edge of the mattress. She reached down, taking a handful of my dark hair, and drew my head straight into her apex.

I parted her slick folds with my thumb and began the mastery work, swirling my tongue over her sensitive core until her breath hitched into a sharp gasp.

As I worked my mouth over her, a sudden, unwanted memory flashed through my mind.

The last time I had done this was on Davina, seven long years ago. I could vividly remember how she used to throw her head back in complete surrender as I gave her the best suck of her life, right before she packed her bags and vanished from my life forever.

I worked my tongue over her with relentless, practiced precision until her thighs began to shake violently against my head.

She arched off the mattress, her toes curling as she lost her mind completely, her cries turning into breathless, senseless babble, speaking in absolute tongues as her orgasm ripped through her.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes dark with pure hunger. "My turn."

I reached down, gripping her breast in one heavy hand, and hooked one of her soft legs over my hip while hauling her other leg high into the air.

I lined myself up with her dripping entrance and drove straight in with one powerful, unyielding thrust.

A sharp, deafening scream tore from her throat.

She was tight. Tight as fuck. She was nothing like the wide, overused sluts my men usually brought into these rooms.

Her inner walls clamped around my thick cock, almost crushing me with how narrow and unblemished she was.

Her intense tightness and her loud, breathless screams only fueled my adrenaline. I locked my rhythm in, thrusting smoothly and deeply into her, pounding into her heat while she buried her face in the pillows, moaning in shattered gasps.

As the dark, familiar pressure built at the base of my spine, signaling my impending orgasm,

I gripped her hips, pulled completely out of her dripping pussy, and shoved my throbbing head straight into her mouth.

I thrust against her tongue a few harsh times before snapping, pumping thick, hot streams of cum directly down her throat.

"Swallow it," I growled, holding her head firmly in place until she gulped every last drop down.

She sank back against the mattress, catching her breath with a soft, wicked chuckle. "That was one hell of a ride..." she muttered under her breath.

I collapsed beside her on the bed, my broad chest heaving as the post-coital haze washed over me.

Seconds later, she shifted, crawling over my body to rest her warm palm against my bare chest.

"Bad girl," I whispered, a dark smirk pulling at my lips.

She didn't hesitate. She lifted her hips and slid straight down onto my rigid length, riding me with a fierce, demanding pace.

I let her take the lead for a few seconds before my possessive instincts kicked back in.

I grabbed her waist, locking her in place, and took absolute control, thrusting my own hips up and down, hitting her deeper with every upward drive.

In the middle of the frantic pace, her knees slipped on the slick sheets, causing her to fall flush against my chest.

I immediately caught her, took one of her hardened nipples straight into my mouth, and fucked her thoroughly from below. She screamed out in wild, breathless pleasure, begging for more even as I drove her to the absolute edge.

I held her tight, snapped once more, and released deep inside her tight pussy.

She collapsed beside me, completely exhausted.

I lay there panting for a few moments, letting my heart rate settle. I reached for my silver lighter and a hand-rolled Cuban tobacco leaf on the nightstand, sparking it up and exhaling a thick cloud of grey smoke toward the ceiling.

Still lying down, I reached out toward the wad

of cash resting on the side table, intending to fling a stack to her as usual.

My hand hit empty sheets.

I sat up sharply. She wasn't beside me anymore. In fact, my clothes were missing from the chair, she had slipped out of the room completely unnoticed, taking my shirt and jacket with her.

Before I could even process it, the bedroom door opened and Julian stepped inside.

I glared at him through the lingering tobacco smoke. "Did you see a girl go out?"

Julian blinked, looking around the room in confusion. "No, sir. I didn't see anyone."

"Oh gosh, go after her please. I can't lose her," I said, running a hand over my face as an unfamiliar urge to keep a woman washed over me. "I remember telling you not to keep any of the sluts you brought, right? Keep this one on the constant list. I want her every single time I request."

Julian’s brow furrowed in utter bewilderment. "I didn't bring any slut, sir. The last time I brought one was two days ago, and the one I ordered for today... I brought her just now."

He stepped aside slightly, and I saw a heavily makeup clad woman standing awkwardly behind him in the hallway.

My blood ran cold. The tobacco smoke choked in my throat.

Then who the hell did I just fuck?

"And sir, I wanted to tell you," Julian continued, completely unaware of the violent storm brewing in my head. "I showed your stepdaughter the way to her room, but the staff said she didn't show up. We just found her luggage abandoned right outside this 5th-floor door."

A sudden, horrifying realization struck my chest like a sledgehammer, draining every drop of air from my lungs.

My pulse hammered violently against my ribs as cold sweat broke out across my back.

"Julian," I asked, my voice barely a whisper, praying with everything in me that I hadn't just committed an unforgivable taboo. "What was she wearing?"

Julian paused, thinking for a second. "A red skirt and a..."

"Fuck..."

No. No, it can't be.