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Chapter 4: Nothing But a Transaction.

Author: Diana Clare
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-02 01:47:16

~Sebastian’s POV~

The penthouse of the five star hotel I'm staying at is dimly lit, the citylights spilling on the floor to ceiling. Outside, Los Angeles hums with life, horns blaring as the world moves at its pace.

Inside, all I hear is the moans of the woman beneath me. She is moaning like she's paid for it, which in fairness, she is.

Her back arches. Her tits bounce with each thrust of my cock. Her lips are parted on breathy gasps as her nails hover near my shoulders, like she wants to rake them down my skin, to mark me.

But I don’t allow that.

“Don’t touch me,” I growl, my grip on her hips tightening in warning.

She whimpers, nodding her head as her hands fists the bedsheets instead.

Good girl.

I bury myself deep inside her, and fuck her hard like she’s nothing more than a tight, wet hole for me to use.

Her pussy clenches around me. The feeling is so damn slick and hot as her cunt grips my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.

I grab her thighs and spread them wider. This position is more comfortable and makes the feeling more intense just how I like it. Her legs tremble and her body writhes as I slam into her harder.

She lets out a desperate cry as she is lost in the pleasure. “Fuck, Sebastian…”

I shut her up with a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flutter, her pupils blow wide and her lips part as she moans for me.

That’s better.

I don't do names, love, or emotions. Just raw fucking. Just pleasure which is the only thing I ever take from a woman.

I shift my angle, pressing my weight into her as I piston my hips, the slick sounds of our bodies colliding mixing with her breathless whimpers.

“You take me so well,” I groan while watching the way her body responds, how she’s coming apart with every thrust.

She’s close. I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens around me like she wants to milk me, in the way her moans turn high and needy.

But for me, it’s just another release. Nothing more.

But before she cums, I pull out.

She whimpers at the sudden emptiness, blinking up at me in confusion. I flip her onto her stomach, gripping her ass, spreading her wide.

“No…wait…” She protests.

Ignoring her, I slam back into her in one hard stroke.

She screams, her fingers gripping the pillows as I fuck her from behind, my pace fast and hard. Her ass bounces against my hips as slick wet sounds fill the room as I take exactly what I want.

Sex is simple. It's easy. It doesn’t ask questions. It doesn’t demand anything from me but this: my cock inside her, my pleasure spilling into her willing body.

I reach around, my fingers finding her clit and rubs harsh circles as I thrust deeper.

She shatters with a choked sob, her pussy squeezing me so tight it almost fucking undoes me.

But I don’t cum yet.

I keep fucking her through it, holding her hips steady as she convulses around me, dragging her pleasure out until she’s limp beneath me.

Then, I pull her up onto her knees, wrapping her hair around my fist, forcing her to arch her back as I drive into her again.

Her moans are hoarse. “Oh my god—”

I tug her head back, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re gonna cum again.”

She shakes her head, her legs trembling. "I....I can’t...”

I thrust harder, grinding against her clit. “You sure will.”

She breaks for the second time, moaning as she clenches around me. That tight, wet heat dragging me under, shoving me toward the edge. I grit my teeth, my thrusts becoming faster.

Fuck.

I bury myself deep, groaning as I spill inside her, filling her up.

The aftershocks pulse through her body as I ride out my high, keeping her close and exactly where I want her.

When I finally pull out, she collapses onto the mattress, spent and breathless.

I don’t look at her.

I reach for my phone, which has been ringing for the past thirty minutes and move over to sit on the couch in the room.

Lucas's name flashes on the screen.

I swipe to answer, my voice still rough from the orgasm that tore through me. “What?”

There’s a pause. Then he lets out a slow, knowing chuckle. “What's wrong, Vale ?. Did I catch you at a bad time?”

I exhale sharply, running a hand through my damp hair. “Did you call just to be an ass, or do you actually have something important to say?”

“Oh, you wound me.” There’s the sound of clinking ice in a glass. “But yeah, I do. Harrington moved the meeting up. You need to be in New York tomorrow.”

“Fine,” I mutter, hanging up before he can say another word.

The woman on my bed lifts her head, giving me a lazy smile. “Round two?”

I toss her dress at her. “Time’s up.”

She blinks. “Seriously?”

I don’t answer. I’m already heading for the bathroom.

I step into the shower, letting the scalding water wash away the remnants of the night. My mind is already on the meeting and the billions at stake.

Sex is a distraction. No strings. No messy emotions. Just raw, primal satisfaction which is the only thing I’ll ever allow myself to feel.

For me, business is the only thing that matters because love hurts and leaves. Money doesn't.

By the time I step out of the bathroom, I’m already on the phone, booking the next flight to New York.

~~~

LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

I hate airports.

They are a necessary evil. It is always crowded, loud, and filled with people who don’t know how to move out of the fucking way.

I navigate through the chaos effortlessly, my mind already on the upcoming meeting.

And then-bam!

A soft body slams into mine. There is a sharp gasp and the slosh of liquid.

I barely register the weight of her hands on my jacket before she yanks me back, her glassy blue eyes flashing with anger.

“What the hell?!” she snaps.

I look at her. Dark hair. Those big, blue eyes. A mouth made for sin, currently twisted in rage. I see the red clot of blood on her head and I can't help but notice the redness of her check.

She looks like a beautiful mess.

And she is pissed. Unapologetically so.

Interesting.

A slow smirk tugs at my lips, my voice dropping to a taunting drawl. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re looking at a man who doesn’t apologize.”

Her nostrils flare. I can practically hear the grinding of her teeth. This is not the reaction I'm used to. Most women would have melted by now. They would’ve stammered, laughed nervously, tried to brush it off while subtly preening under my attention.

But not her.

Instead, she steps forward, closing the space between us. She raises her chin up probably to look intimidating. “And you’re looking at a woman who doesn’t give a damn about your shitty attitude. Apologize now.”

A slow pulse of something sharp and unexpected tightens in my chest.

This is not lust. It's something else, but whatever it is, I don’t fucking like the feeling.

I glance at her for another brief second before walking around her, and I leave, dismissing her like she’s nothing.

Because that’s all she is.

Nothing.

As I stride towards my gate, I feel the weight of her glare burning into my back.

“Jerk!” she yells after me before storming off to wherever it is she went to.

And for some reason… her reaction makes me smile.

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