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I am six floors away from my target, I had followed her into a room which I believed was her dressing room and into the restroom.

A flush echoes behind the door, and she steps out, her aim on the sink in front of her, intending to wash her hands when she sees me.

She immediately stiffens, her back bouncing on the door she had just stepped out from.

“Who are you?” She asks. Her voice trembling and her lips shaking.

I make slow steps towards her as she takes turns backwards, she is trying to hold her ground, but the fear is there, unmistakable in those beautiful eyes. As long as she sees me, then I don’t care what her eyes entail.

"The Devil"

Who wouldn’t be scared when they find a masked man in the restroom.

“What do you want?” she asks.

Her voice is beautiful, lovely and eloquent. Like a thousand songs sung in my ears just to my pleasure.

But I don’t answer her. I don’t need to. I keep my gaze locked on hers, letting my eyes convey everything she needs to know. I can see the realization dawning in her mind, the understanding that I’m not here for anything or anyone else—I’m here for her. That she is what I want, what I’ve been drawn to, even if I didn’t plan for it. I won’t leave until I have her. She’s right in front of me, so close now that I can see every detail—the soft rise and fall of her chest, the slight quiver of her lips, the way her hands grip the edge of the sink beside her, as if it could somehow keep her in place.

I take another step closer, closing the gap between us, and she flinches, pressing herself harder against the wall, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. But it’s uselesss, and we both know it. There’s nowhere left for her to go. I have her just where I want her to be.

Her chest heaves in display, her boobs are so damn beautiful when she breathes out.

“Shhhh,” I murmur softly, pressing my index finger gently against her trembling lips. The sound of her plea hangs in the air, fragile and desperate, but I’m not here to listen. I’m here to take control, to remind her that resistance is futile.

Her pink lips are soft, plump, and so incredibly tempting. I can feel their warmth beneath my touch, my gaze lingers on them, the urge to taste them, to claim them, urging within me. But I can’t—not with this fucking mask on, I hate that I have to hide my face.

I want her to see the man that is touching her, how easily she has made lose my values. I blame her for staying so far away and making me want to keep her beside me.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispers, her voice breaking as tears well up in her eyes.

I am so close to her that I can feel myself getting hard, the things she does to me without even knowing.

Pressing my palm against her lips, my other finger pulls down on her cleavage, dragging her strapless dress down until her boobs are exposed to me.

“Please” she muffles. It all music to my ears. I could listen to it every day of my life and I would never get tired, it’s gonna be our life from now.

She begging on her knees while I fulfill her darkest fantasies.

I brush my knuckles up against them and she catches a breath, I want her legs around my waist and her arms over my neck while I fuck her against this wall.

“Shhhh, I won’t hurt you” I breathe against her ears.

In-between my index finger and my middle finger, I pull on her nipples, more tears stream down her face. If only she knew the things I wished to do to her.

I glimpse at the diamond necklace glinting around her neck, the small stones catching the light as she trembles before me. Without a second thought, I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the delicate chain. Her breath hitches as I yank it off, the sound of the clasp snapping echoing in the stillness between us. The diamonds fall into my palm, before I stuff the necklace into my pocket without a second glance.

With the necklace gone, her neck is bare, exposed. The sight of it makes me think of several ways to brand her, to ensure that she never forget this moment, she never forgets me.

A hickey, dark and unmistakable, would linger for days, Or perhaps a handprint, pressed into her skin with just enough force to leave an imprint. A tattoo, permanent and undeniable, would be even better, a mark that would follow her forever, no matter where she goes, no matter how hard she tries to forget.

I lower my hand, brushing my fingers lightly against her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the surface. She’s terrified, and that fear only makes the moment sweeter. I want to mark her, to claim her in a way that she can’t erase, can’t ignore.

I let my hand linger on her neck, pressing down just enough to make her feel the pressure, to make it known to her that she’s at my mercy. Her breath catches, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—the fear, the desperation, and something else.

“Close your eyes” I order and she closes them immediately.

Despite my denial, I plant a kiss on her lips, a soft passionate one, it leaves me hungry that I greedily want more. I’m going crazy that I wrap my tongue around hers. I have a target I should finish up in ten minutes but here i am, unable to move away from her.

“Open them” I order and she blinks her eyes before casting them on me. The mask still on.

My fingers caress her thighs, up until I can feel her panties. I can feel how thin it is against her delicate skin.

I tug down on the ropes, and pull it off her, another accessory to add to my collection.

I pull myself back up, my fingers wrap around her neck, tears still crowding her vision.

Caressing her thighs, I stop at the folds of her pussy, raising her chin to look at me.

I stick a finger into her and she lets out a whimper.

Her lips parted when I slid the second finger into her, surprised that she is wet when she should be scared for her life.

I push the two fingers into her clit as she clenches down on them then I add the third.

“Such a good girl” I praise her.

Her legs shake and her stomach caves as she tries to breathe between each thrust.

My grasp around her neck tighten, her eyes are close as the tears stream down the side of her face.

“Open your eyes” I order.

“You look so beautiful when you are wet” my cock is hard and ready, it takes a certain amount of pressure to keep myself from penetrating her.

I have to remind myself each time that she will be mine but I must prepare her for what she is about to face.

She is a spectacle and I fucking love every bit of it.

“Fuck” I let out. My hard dick on full display, the sound of her moaning fill the room.

Turns me on the more.

The door to the restroom is already shut, I would hate it if anyone interrupted me at this moment. There would definitely be blood spilled from the sucker.

Her nipples are hard, it takes everything in me to not suck on them, drag it between my teeth and give it a good spanking.

Pulling out of her pussy, her body sags, my fingers filled with cum.

Reaching to her lips, I shove my cum-filled fingers down her throat, she gags and chokes but sucks it nonetheless to the knuckles, if gives me a good picture of what her mouth could do to my cock when she is on her knees in front of me.

A groan escapes my lips as she gulps down. Everything about her is so intoxicating that I want to tie her up and keep her away from the world but I won't.

She won’t accept me just yet.

Ten minutes with her feels like one minute, I hate that I have such a short time with her. It’s way past midnight and my thoughts tells me I can still make it to my target. Do I regret this? No. Do I want to leave her? Hell No.

I have never been so indecisive in my life.

I slowly pull my hands from her neck and she leans forward, gasping for air. A breath-taking sight.

I slap the side of her boobs and she jumps in fright, barely able to look me in the eye. I have so much to teach her, she will never shy away when it comes to me.

I feel a vibration in my pocket but I don't move, I can tell it is a call from Rob to know if I had completed the mission.

I never knew watching a person take steady breaths until they are calm could be so entertaining.

“Run” I say to her. She blinks her eyes confused, I hate to have to leave her. It takes five seconds for her to understand my words, and she quickly runs out of the room.

I have lost my target.

Standing by the window, in a room on the fifth floor. A car is parked in front of me, the door opens and I see Mike already seated in the black SUV. She thumps her red heels towards them, her arms behind her back. I feel satisfied just looking at her knowing that she has cum dripping between her thighs.

My phone rings once again and I pick it,

“Status” he asked, I bring her panties to my nose and give it a good sniff. Damn, she smells Divine.

“Alive” I inform him.

“Be ready to bear the punishment” Rob informs me and the line goes dead.

I turn towards the customers in the hotel room, a man and a woman tied to a chair.

“Please don't hurt us” the woman cries.