His Deal, My Revenge

Chapter Three: That one night

Alessio's POV

"The number stays the same," I said. "Forty percent or we walk."

The man across from me leaned forward. "Alessio, be reasonable. Thirty-five is already more than fair. We bring the network."

"I bring the product and the name," my voice was deeper, my gaze fixed on them. "Without my name your network is just trucks and empty warehouses. Forty percent, that's it."

His partner set his glass down hard. "Thirty-eight, final offer. Take it or we walk right now."

I looked at both of them. "Then walk."

They stared at me for a long second and the first man shook his head. "You are making a mistake."

"I will live with it," I said.

They stood, grabbed their coats and left without another word while the waiter came over and cleared their glasses. I stayed in my seat and finished what was left in mine. The whiskey tasted the same as always, but my head already felt heavier than two drinks should make it.

I set the empty glass down and leaned back in the chair, massaging my head softly but a woman in a black dress that barely covered anything walked towards my seat, her eyes fixed on me.

The neckline dipped so low most of her breasts showed when she moved. She walked straight to my table and sat without asking permission.

"You look lonely," she said, her voice a soft purr.

"I’m not,” I breathed out, my voice hoarse.

She smiled and reached across the table. Her fingers brushed the back of my hand and stayed there. "I can fix that for you."

She stood, came around the table, and sat on the edge of it so her leg pressed against mine. The dress rode higher up her thigh and she leaned in and kissed me.

Her mouth was soft and tasted like mint. One of her hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, and lower, pressing firmly over the front of my pants. My c**k budged on my pants, as my breathing became foggy. But I quickly pushed her away..

"No," I whispered.

“Don't be shy baby, you're gonna love it,” she placed her fingers on my chest, moving down slowly while I looked at her and fought every urge to take her.

But I stood up and put enough cash on the table for the drinks, and walked away as my legs felt less steady than they should. The hallway that led to the restrooms and the private rooms was dim and quiet while I put one hand on the wall to keep my balance as I walked.

A door on the left was half open and I leaned against it without meaning to.

The same girl from the hotel last nights came outside. Her dark hair messy over one shoulder, her dress wrinkled and mascara smudged under her eyes.

She looked up from where she sat on the edge of the bed and smiled like she had been waiting for someone exactly like me.

"Finally," she said. "I was starting to think they sent me the wrong one,” she pouted.

"What?" I furrowed my brows, my body getting hotter.

"Don't play dumb,” her words came out a little thick from the alcohol. "I paid for the hour. So give me something worth the money."

She grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands, and pulled me into the room. The door closed behind us with a soft click and she pushed up on her toes and kissed the side of my neck, her lips warm on my skin. Her hands stayed fisted in the fabric like she thought I might try to leave.

I should have told her she had the wrong man, I should have walked back out into the hallway. Instead I stood there and let her mouth stay on my skin, the whiskey and whatever else had been in that last glass were hitting harder by the second.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. "Come on, you’re supposed to be good at this. Prove it!” She said and I put my hand on the back of her neck and kissed her.

She made a small sound in her throat and pressed her whole body closer, making me loose it completely. I backed her toward the bed and the backs of her legs hit the mattress and she sat, then lay back, pulling me down with her.

My knee went between her thighs as she spread them wider without being asked. I kissed her harder and pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist. She was not wearing anything underneath and my fingers found her already wet and swollen.

"f**k," she breathed against my mouth. "Yes…touch me right there."

I slid two fingers inside her and her hips lifted off the bed to take them deeper. I pumped them slow at first, then faster when she started rocking against my hand.

"Harder," she said. "Don't be gentle with me tonight."

I curled my fingers and rubbed that spot inside her. She moaned loud and grabbed my wrist to keep me right there. My other hand shoved the top of her dress down so her breasts were bare and I took one n****e into my mouth and sucked hard, then switched to the other while she arched her back off the mattress.

"Ummm… yes… right there… don’t stop…"

I kept working her with my fingers while my tongue flicked over her n****e, each moans making me harder. She was dripping down my hand onto the sheets, the wet sound of my fingers moving in and out of her filled the quiet room.

She reached between us with clumsy hands and got my belt open. She pulled the zipper down and freed my tick c**k already standing. Her fingers wrapped around me and stroked once, making me groan.

"So f*****g thick!," she said, her voice rough. "I want every inch of that inside me."

I pulled my fingers out of her and she made a soft protesting sound. I pushed her thighs wider and lowered my mouth between her legs while I licked her from bottom to top in one slow stroke.

She moaned loud and grabbed my hair. "Oh f**k… yes…"

I pushed my tongue inside her, then moved up and locked my mouth over her c**t, sucking while I pushed two fingers back in. I pumped my fingers in time with my tongue and her thighs started to shake around my head.

"You taste so good," I said against her ear.

Her hands twisted in my hair. "I’m close… don’t stop… please…"

I kept going until her whole body tensed. She came hard, moaning loudly, hips jerking against my mouth. I licked her through it until she was twitching and trying to push me away.

"Still so wet," I said, rising up over her.

I lined up and pushed in one long, thick slide. She moaned at the stretch and I stayed still for a second so she could feel how full she was. Then I started moving with deep strokes, the wet sound of me sinking into her over and over filled the room.

"f**k, you are so tight," I muttered. "Squeezing me so good."

I picked up speed while the bed creaked under us. Her breasts bounced with every thrust and I leaned down and took one n****e into my mouth, sucking hard while I f****d her.

"Harder," she gasped. "Please…"

One hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh tight as I pounded into her. Every thrust hit deep and I could feel her second o****m building fast.

"You gonna come again?" I asked, voice rough near her ear. "Gonna come all over my c**k?"

"Yes… yes…"

"Do it. Come for me,” I said and I could feel mine coming too.

I drove into her harder, angling my hips. She clenched around me and cried out as she came a second time while I followed.

The room started to tilt and my vision blurred at the edges. Whatever those men had put in my drink was taking over and my arms began to shake.

I collapsed beside her. The last clear thought I had was “those men, they had drugged me on purpose and they will pay.”