Chapter 3

Scarlett's POV

“Brace yourself, Mama,” he whispered, as he jerked my legs apart as he positioned himself at my entrance, and he tore his brief off, while his cock sprang free.

A low gasp escaped my mouth seeing his veiny long cock, but before I could admire his beauty his put the condom on, bent to kiss me.

His cock teased my entrance as we kissed fiercely; he broke the kiss, leaving me to pant heavily, but he didn't let me catch my breath as he plunged his cock in me. Only the tip, but I could feel life sucked out of me.

“Ahh!” I gasped, as he thrust into me roughly, his huge cock filling me up, but his thrusts were slow as my tight pussy tried to adjust to his size.

“Loosened up, Mama, I can't hurt you,” he whispered, and I did just do that, unclenching my pussy around him as his thrusts became steady.

His thrusts were hard and brutal, slamming into me without mercy while his hands gripped and squeezed my breasts, forcing broken moans out of my mouth as I twisted beneath him.

“Mhmm..fuck..”

I clutched the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me grounded, nails digging in as the pleasure grew hotter and tighter inside me.

Tears burned my eyes when I felt myself getting close. I begged him to go faster, to finish me, but he pulled out instead. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me over, shoved my face into the sheets, lifted my hips, and drove back into me from behind in one deep, hard thrust.

“Ugh—boy!” I gasped as he pounded into me from the back, over and over, spanking me between thrusts, each slap and stroke dragging louder cries from my throat. It felt filthy. It felt perfect.

I came hard around him, shaking as the pleasure ripped through me, but he didn’t stop. He only went harder, faster, more ruthless than before.

“Ahh… yeah…” he groaned, his palm cracking hard against my ass as I pushed my hips back, grinding against every deep thrust he gave me.

“Fuck… yes…ahh!” I cried out, my voice breaking as he stretched and filled me completely. His groan turned rough and low behind me, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he lost control.

He buried his cock deep and came hard, his release spilling inside me as he cursed under his breath. I gasped loudly, my body trembling violently around him while he slowly glided his cock out of me.

“Fuck… this is insane, Mama,” he muttered hoarsely, collapsing onto the bed and pulling me down against him, his arm locking around my waist like he wasn’t done claiming me yet.

My breathing was still unstable as I lay by his side; the scents of our pleasure wafted into my nose, filling my heart with indescribable satisfaction.

The pleasure came in waves, leaving me breathless and dizzy, and when it was over, I was ruined in the best possible way. My body still hummed, my pulse still raced, and all I could think was how wrong it should’ve felt and how desperately I wanted him again.

“So what do you think about my performance?” He teased, kissing my neck, and I knew he was referring to my statement earlier at the bar.

“I can't judge with one performance, right?” I teased, as our eyes locked, as the tension grew again, and that was how I spent my night getting ruined by him, over and over again.

I woke up the next day sore, tired, and barely breathing, but I was even more shocked by the unfamiliar room I found myself in. The memories of what had happened the night before flooded back, and I finally realized what I had done. Panic crept in, sharp and suffocating, and I hurried to leave. I couldn’t let Romano find out that I hadn’t slept at home.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I nearly lost my balance. My legs were too weak to carry me properly, probably because of the relentless punishment they had endured last night. The man had barely let me sleep; we had gone at it until early morning. My gaze drifted to his side of the bed as I moved a little closer.

He was still asleep. Even in sleep, he looked ethereal, calm, almost unreal. For a reckless second, I considered waking him up for a quick morning round to start my day. Goodness. I had truly lost my mind.

“You are definitely worth every penny,” I mumbled, staring at his relaxed face. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers along his jaw, to trace the curve of his lips, but I stopped myself.

“You can’t be crazy like this over a call boy,” I muttered firmly.

I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bag, dropping thick wads of cash onto the side drawer. Before leaving, I looked at him once more.

Even though I hadn’t planned on having such a wild night with him, it had all started because of Romano’s reckless offer, I couldn’t deny the truth.

Last night had been the best night of my life. I had felt like a woman. He had made me feel that way.

A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in my chest when I realized I wasn’t the only woman he would make feel like that. I wasn’t special. I was just another client.

I forced myself to shake off those foolish thoughts. What happened last night was nothing more than an escape from my miserable life. Nothing had changed.

“But maybe I can have escapes like that once in a while,” I murmured.

For a moment, I considered adding my business card to the pile of money I had left for him, but I stopped myself. What if he decided to blackmail me after finding out who I really was? The risk was too great.

“Let’s meet again, Tiger,” I blurted softly as I walked out of the hotel room, wearing a smile I hadn’t worn in years.