CHAPTER 2

Few minutes later, the taxi stopped at the curb in front of the Valentino’s Grand Hotel. 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 here." Thalia said. Her eyes roaming around the man from his head to his toe with a bored expression. "And unless you want your boss to crawl out his way here suffering, I suggest you step aside." and that was when her eyes landed on his name imprinted on his uniform.

“Kane Vane.” She read it out loud. "Such an ugly name for a little cute man." 

Kane hesitated, his eyes flickering over her red silk dress. Before he could argue, his radio crackled. “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, 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.

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." he whispered. 

"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?" 

"In the bedroom," Damian said, his voice dropping low. "Tee... listen, he's not himself right now. This isn't just a guy looking for good time. He's in pain. Just... stay safe." 

"Is he a virgin?" 

"Come on Tee, remember the deal." 

She gave a curt nod and pushed through the heavy double doors.

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." 

Julian’s head snapped up. 

Thalia’s professional mask nearly shattered. Her heart skipped a beat. She had seen him on a thousand and one magazine covers. He looks the same except for his sharp blue eyes now clouded with a dark predatory gaze.

"Julian... Valentino?" she breathed out. “The Holy Billionaire was currently a wreckage of a man and he was seated right in front of her. 

"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. "Make it stop. Please." 

Before she could answer, He lunged forward, his movements were too fast. His hands clamped around her waist with a bruising force, he slammed her back against the bed, burying 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, her hands coming up to his chest. His skin was radiating a fever so intense it felt like it could burn her palms.

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

Thalia felt the rush of adrenaline. He was the most powerful man in the city, and right now, he was a slave to her touch. She reached up, her fingers digging into his thick hair, forcing his head back until he had to look at her.

"In this room, you’re just a man, Julian," she whispered, her bad-girl throne reclaimed. "And if you want my help, you follow my lead. Do you understand?"

A low, guttural groan escaped him. "Anything. Just... please."

“Right. Your thirty minutes starts now.”

He smashed his lips against hers, a desperate, bruising force that tasted of salt and the expensive wine he just had few hours ago. Thalia met his intensity, her lips swollen within seconds as she felt the saint crumble beneath her. She slid down his body, her silk dress rustling like a warning against his skin until she was completely on her knees.

When she stripped his trousers away, his cock sprang out.

"Wow... you're so huge."

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.

Julian’s head snapped back, the muscles in his neck straining as he let out a sound that was a half-growl, and a half-sob of relief.

His hands flew to her hair, and grabbed handful of them in his palm as his hips started to jerk uncontrollably toward her mouth, his eyes rolled back and his whole body shook in total surrender. 

But the drug in his system wasn't done. It surged again, flipping a switch in his brain. With a sudden surge of strength, he hauled her up, flipping her onto the silk sheets and tearing the red dress as if it were tissue paper.

“Ahhh!” Thalia gasped as he drove into her without warning, filling her completely. 

"Julian..." she breathed, her vision blurring. She tried to move, to take the lead, but he pinned her wrists to the sheets.

"Don't," he rasped against her ear. his gaze dark with a terrifying hunger 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. 

She fought back when she caught his shoulders, her legs snaking around his waist, forcing him onto his back so she could take control. Standing over him on the bed like a dark goddess in a moonlight, she gripped his cock, guiding it gently to her wet entrance, sinking it down completely. 

She began to ride him, her pace fast and relentless. Julian gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly to meet every upward stroke, her head rolled back as they moaned in a shattered unison. 

"Ahhh,"

“Faster…”

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

The moment was cut short. 

BRRRRRR... 

Thalia's phone alarm cut through the heat. The thirty minutes was up. 

Without hesitation, she pushed against his sweat-slicked chest, sliding off him in one smooth motion. She was flushed, her breathing was unstable, but her eyes were already back on the clock.

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

Julian stayed on the bed, his chest heaving, his length still standing rigid and as hard as a rock… pulsing with its unspent fire. "Please… wait," he rasped, his hand reaching out blindly. "I'm not... I can't stop. Stay. I'll pay you whatever" 

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

She was sliding it on when the room’s emergency intercom screamed to life, 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 GRAND HOTEL IS NOW UNDER A TOTAL LOCKDOWN AS ALL EXITS HAS BEEN SEALED FOR THE NEXT 48 HOURS. 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, pulling the handle, but It didn't budge.

"No... no, this can’t be happening," she whispered.

She stopped when she felt Julian’s hard length poked her from behind, pinning her against the locked door. She turned slowly to see him standing there, his chest heaving, the drug still visible in the darkness of his eyes. 

"It looks like my thirty minutes just became two days, Tee," he rasped, his voice dropping to a dark, satisfied growl. "And I still nowhere near my peak."

Before she could argue, 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 with a rough, possessive claim, before sliding his cock back into her heat with a deep groan.

“Mmmm”