A Ruthless Bargain

Chapter Five—Stephanie

Lucien.

The moment the door to the room clicked with it's lock, I crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed.

Stephanie turned to face me, ''Who is she Lucien?''

Her voice was not loud but it held every warning and danger I needed to know. She was a mafia princess by blood, born into a home with guns and darker secret and I knew better than to tell her who Amelia was.

''She's a contract.'' I replied, loosening my cufflinks and dropping my tie on the bedside table.

Stephanie let out a humourless laugh, one that clearly stated she needed more explanation.

''A contract?'' she repeated, stepping closer. ''You don't look at contracts like that.''

''Who is she Lucien?'' she asked again.

My jaw tightened barely before I released it.

That was all the answer she needed. My silence proved something.

And slowly, deliberately, she walked towards me, her heels clicking against the marble floor until she was one step away from me.

''Maybe you forgot who I really am.'' She murmured, her hands tracing my jawline and down to my torso.

Before I could respond, she pushed me until I leaned into the bed.

''I would show you.'' She whispered against my ears.

I let her, and that was the dangerous thing about stephanie. If she wanted me, she would have me.

She unbuttoned my shirt slowly, her fingers running down my torso and stopping at my belt, then slid slowly to my c**k before she grabbed it with her hands.

I groaned softly, my mind filled with Amelia in that dress.

It wasn't what Stephanie was doing to me, but the image of Amelia imprinted in my brain.

That damn dress. The look in her eyes when I walked away.

''She is nothing.'' Stephanie whispered and in a swift motion and set my hard c**k free.

''Stop,'' I tried but my voice betrayed me.

I wanted more of it. I had not had s*x for the past few weeks and it was starting to take a toll on me.

''Already dripping for me, huh?'' Stephanie teased.

Then I felt the warm feel of her tongue glide across the sides of my c**k. Slowly, deliberately and then back up to it's head.

She teased the skin there for a few second before gliding down a few inches on the skin below.

''f**k yes,'' I groaned.

She knew what she was doing and how to get to me.

She teased, licked, sucked, nibbled on every sensitive skin she knew until I was f*****g hard.

And then she took in all in into her mouth, down to her throat, choking on me.

My hands found her dress and pulled her in closer by her neckline. Her n*****s were already hard and aching for my hands on her.

My touch was rough across her body. I drew her in for a kiss, out lips meeeting in a heated manner.

More of lust, of want, of desire, than of love.

She moaned into my lips when i ripped her dress off, my hands cupping both her breasts, grabbing her n*****s.

“Lucien,” she breathed against my lips.

“Shhh” i placed my hands on her lips.

In one swift moment, she was beneath me now.

Naked. Vulnerable.

Stripped of everything in that moment. She was not the dangerous Mafia princess anymore but rather, someone who wanted me to fill up their desires.

I kissed her again, rougher this time, my lips finding her throat before they settled on one of her nips buds, sucking and nibbling.

She moaned in pleasure, her nails digging into my skin while she pushed my hot mouth on her body more.

She smelled of expensive perfume.

I sucked on her buds, grazing my teeth when necessary while she shook in pleasure.

“Lucien Please….” She begged.

“On all fours, now.” I ordered.

She barely had time to get herself together when i split her thighs with my hands.

“You are so f*****g wet.”

I slid one of my fingers into her folds and she let out a slight whimper at the action. And then out again.

“She is just a contract, do you get?.” I s*****d her ass.

“Y-yes.”

“Say it like you mean it.” My tongue grazed against her c**t.

Her hands grabbed the pillow tighter as more moans escaped her. “Yes.”

My hands gripped around her throat and I slammed into her, all conversations ground to a halt and the only sound that filled the room was her moans and my groans.

I slipped out of her when her the walls of her cunt tightened around me and I knew she was about to o****m.

“Not yet Stephanie.”

A sound escaped her, a frustrated one.

I slid two fingers into her, faster and deeper until I found the spot I was aiming.

“Lucie….n” she could barely complete her sentence as the o****m ripped through her like a wave of electric current.

I shoved my fingers into her mouth and she licked her juice off my fingers like a hungry w***e.

After we were done, Stephanie was left breathless in my bed while I dressed back up the way I came and left the room.

My stop was the room Amelia was in.

One of the rules in my contract was sharing the same room and we just got married.

She still had that damn dress on while she slept.

I moved to the bathroom for a long shower and settled on the space beside her afterwards.