CHAPTER 2

Few minutes later, the taxi stopped at the curb in front of the Valentino’s Grand. Thalia stepped out,the night breeze immediately catching her hair and blowing it across her face as she looked up at the towering glass building in front of her. She smoothed her strands back and began walking towards the hotel's entrance gate, her heels clicking rhythmically as she walked. She successfully walked past the main gates without a stop until she got to the restricted hallway at the end of the hall.

“The suite is restricted,” the man growled standing in her way.

“Damian invited me,” Thalia said. Her eyes roaming around the man from his head to his toe and that was where she saw his name imprinted on his uniform. “Kane Vane.” She read it out loud.

Kane just rolled his eyes. His eyes scanned Thalia’s red dress with suspicion.

“Miss. I’m sorry but i can’t let you in like this. My boss doesn’t allow this.”

Thalia smiled folding her arms. “Do you want your boss to claw his way through that door?… Mr man, I kindly advise you move now.”

Just then, Kane’s telephone rang and Damian’s voice came through, “Let her in, Kane! Now!"

Kane immediately stepped aside, and Thalia pushed the doors open with a long dismissive hiss.

Inside, she bypassed the public lobby and headed straight for the private elevator. It wasn't just any elevator, because it required a specialized keycard, but the doors slid open automatically for her regardless.

As the doors clicked shut, and the elevator started moving, she caught her reflection in the polished mirrored walls and adjusted her red dress and lipstick one last time before she got to the last floor. 

The doors slides open to reveal a private floor with a single entrance. The door has "CEO private suite.” imprinted on it.

Damian hadn't given her a name… only a suite number and a desperate plea. 

Ten thousand dollars she reminded herself.

She took in a deep steady breath before pushing the door open and came face to face with Damian who looked like a man waiting for a time bomb.

Damian was standing very close to the door. "You're late, Tee."

"I'm on time Dan. You’re just anxious," she countered, sliding her trench coat off to reveal the crimson silk beneath. "Where is he?"

"Damian?" Julian’s voice came from the back. "Is she... here?"

“Yes” Damien responded.

He turned to Thalia with a final warning look. “And Tee... please he’s not himself tonight. Just remember the deal, okay?”

She walks past him majestically giving a slight nod, stepping deeper into the room dimness. The bedroom smelt heavy with an overwhelming heat.

She saw her client sitting against the edge of the king-sized bed. He had his back to her, his shirt discarded on the floor. His broad shoulders heaving as if he’d just run a marathon with sweat running down his back as if he was burning from the inside out despite the AC in the room.

"I'm here," Thalia said, her voice smooth. "And the clock starts now, darling."

Julian’s head snapped up and Thalia’s professional mask nearly cracked. Her heart skipped a beat. Sitting right in front of her was the face that had graced almost all top magazines in the country. He looks the same except for his sharp blue eyes now clouded with a dark predatory gaze.

"Julian... Valentino?" she whispered. “The Holy Billionaire?”

"You..." Julian’s voice came out cracking, a sound of pure agony. He didn't look at her like a CEO but like a starving man. "Can you help me stop this?”

Before she could answer, He lunged forward, his movements erratic and too fast. His hands clamped around her waist with a bruising, desperate strength, slamming her back against the bed. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in hot, humid gasps that made his whole body tremble against hers.

"Mr. Valentino, wait…” she murmured when his grip grew tighter, feeling the sheer radiation of heat coming off him.

"Don't call me that," he growled. "Damian said you were the best. So prove it. Silence this fire, or I’ll burn this entire building down."

Thalia feels the surge of adrenaline. She’s in the arms of the city’s most powerful businessman, and he was a slave in his own blood. She slowly reached up, her fingers digging into his thick hair, forcing his head back so he has to look at her.

"I don't care who you are on the news, Julian," she whispered, reclaiming her badgirl throne. "In this room, you’re just a man. And if you want my help, you must follow my lead. Do you understand?"

A low groan escaped his throat. "Do whatever you want. Just... please help me."

“Right. That's why I'm here." 

He didn’t wait. He smashed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth with a desperate, bruising force that sent some wave down Thalia’s body while she tried to maintain her distance.

Thalia pulled back from the kiss seconds later, her lips swollen. She felt the need to break the holy Billionaire, to see the saint crumble into a sinner. She slid down his body slowly, her eyes locked on him and the silk of her dress rustling against his skin until she was completely on her knees.

She stripped his trousers away, his cock sprang out massive, rigid, and pulsing with a feverish heat so intense that she could feel it against her face before she even touched him.

“Wow… you’re soooo huge.” She whispered.

Then she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her fingers barely meeting around the thick, pulsing girth. She started slow, her tongue swirling around the crown of it, tasting the salty pre-come that beaded at the tip of him. Then, she leaned in and took him whole deep in her throat.

The sounds in the room were instantly replaced with the rhythmic shlick of her mouth and the wet sound of her tongue against his cock. Intentionally hitting and choking on it with the back of her throat that made Julian’s knees buckle

Julian let out a jagged, guttural sound… a mix of a growl and a sob of relief. His head snapped back, and the corded muscles in his neck strained until they looked like they might burst.

His hands quickly flew to her hair, not to pull to ground himself as his hips started to jerk uncontrollably toward her mouth, his eyes rolled back and he whole body shook in total surrender.

Thalia lifted her head up, locking her eyes into his, she smiled seeing that he was exactly where she wanted him.

Just then the drug surged again, flipping the switch in his brain as he felt the white-hot surge of a climax threatening to shatter him completely, and his predatory instinct flared. With a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped her shoulders and pulled back, his breathing coming in harsh with deep gasps. He hauled her up from the floor, his eyes dark with a terrifying and unspent hunger, he flipped her onto the bed and forcefully ripped off her dress, plunging into her forcefully before she could even catch her breath.

“Ahhh” a sharp gasped as he drove into her without a warning.

"Julian..." she breathed, her vision swimming as he filled her completely. She tried to move, to reclaim the rhythm, but he pinned her wrists to the silk sheets.

"Don't," he rasped against her ear. his gaze dark and predatory as he moved between her thighs. "Don't speak. Just take it."

He moved like a man possessed, his hips hitting her core with a frantic, desperate pace. Thalia’s legs shook; the sensation was overwhelming, a full, stretching ache that threatened to sweep her professional calculatedness away. Julian let out a deep groan every time he bottomed out, his chest thudding against hers like a hammer before thalia snapped back into her business mood.

She caught his shoulders, her legs snaking round his waist, she forced his back down on the bed,with her on top of him. standing over him on the bed like a dark goddess in a moonlight, she hiked one leg across him and gripped his cock, guiding gently it to her entrance, sinking it down completely.

“Ahhh” they moaned in unison.

She began to ride him, her pace fast and relentless. Julian gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly to meet every downward stroke, his hips arching up to meet her with a raw force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

"Ahhh," she gasped, her head rolling back. “Faster…”

"Mmm," Julian echoed, the sound vibrating against her skin.

Every touch was a battle when he pulled her down and took full control of her body again. Hitting at her dripping core fast, hard and deep. His movements fueled by a desperate hunger, while Thalia tried to meet his intensity with her calculated dominance.

The moment was cut short when Thalia’s alarm rang…. The thirty minutes alarm.

Without a second of hesitation, she pushed against Julian’s sweat slicked chest, forcing him to pull out and sliding off him in one smooth motion, her skin flushed and her breath heavy,

"Time's up, darling," she breathed.

Julian stayed on the bed, his chest heaving, his length still standing rigid and as strong as a rock… pulsing with its unspent fire. "Please… wait," he rasped, his hand reaching out, his blue eyes dark and pleading. "I'm not... I can't stop. You can’t just leave me in this state, Stay. I'll pay you whatever you want."

"The deal was thirty minutes, Sir. And I don't do overtime on short notice." She replied.

Thalia walked up to where her gown lay on the floor, picked it up and she slipped it on in a hurry, ignoring the way her own body ached for the release he was offering.

She turned to him with a smile. “Nice doing business with you, Mr. Valen…”

She was cut off by the room's emergency intercom, a broadcast news cutting through the room.

“Breaking news from the heart of the city. A

high-profile murder has just occurred and

Suspects are at large and considered to be

well armed and dangerous. All roads are

hereby blocked, and a city wide security

protocol has been triggered. The Valentino

Plaza is now under a total lockdown as all

exits has been sealed for the next 48 hours.

PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LEAVE YOUR

SUITES.”

What followed next was the sound of the heavy electronic bolts of the suite door clicking shut.

Thalia froze. “What was that?" she breathed. She ran to the door and pulled the handle and It didn't budge.

“Oh No… this can’t be happening right now…” she stopped when she felt Julian’s hard length poked her from behind, pinning her against the door. She turned slowly to see Julian standing right behind her, his chest heaving, the drug still pulsing. He looked at her not with an apology, but with a dark satisfaction.

"It looks like my thirty minutes just became two days, Tee," he rasped, "And I still haven't reached my peak."

Before she could say a word, he hooked his hands under her thighs, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her inner legs. As he carried her back to the bed. Spreading her legs apart, he rolled her short gown upward, without asking, his fingers drove into her still-wet pussy with a rough, possessive claim, before sliding his cock back into her heat with a deep groan.

“Mmmm”