To his bed I oblige

chapter 6:This performance needs a room

Alex

To seal my grand engagement with Hazel, I had arranged for her father’s release on my permission. Our drive from the gala was to pick him up from prison. I waited outside the gates for her to greet him alone.

She screamed in excitement and hugged Don Paul. He looked lean and worn, with a dirty beard and hollow eyes. I nodded, a cold satisfaction washing over me. His three years of torture perfectly equaled mine. I leaned against the hood of my company’s latest Pijo Runner, a symbol of everything he’d failed to destroy.

“Dad… my fiancé secured your release!” Hazel informed him, her voice bubbling with joy as she led him toward me.

“Don Paul.” I turned with a smirk. He couldn’t believe his eyes—precisely why I had to be here to see it.

“Get him some water,” I requested of Hazel, who dutifully turned back to the car.

With a grin at the old man’s broken face, I pulled closer. My voice was a whisper, but sharp enough to cut. “The poison hasn’t left my body yet. So I took your daughter.” I gave him a raised brow, watching the knot of pure fury form in his jaw. I chuckled at how powerless he had become for trying to cross me.

“I would have killed you,” I added, “but that would be too easy for a mischievous brat like you.”

Hazel left with her father, and I headed for my private lounge to rest. The moment I entered, a sweet fragrance of almond wafted into my nose. My eyes snapped open to find Hazel posed in the doorway, wearing a pearl-colored, seductive lingerie set. My body hummed at the clear sight of her perfect curves.

“I didn’t call for you,” I spoke, my voice tight.

“Shh… relax and enjoy,” she purred seductively. She began a slow, practiced dance, her moves appetizing and skilled. She sank onto my legs, caressing my skin and planting kisses along my neck. I felt myself drowning in a naked need for good s*x, stroking her back and softly grabbing her buttocks.

I pulled her face up to meet mine and nipped at her lips. She screamed.

“Alex!” Her cry shattered the illusion. It was Hazel, not Miss Anonymous I had envisioned with a hand flipping her hair. I pushed her off my skin angrily. “Get out.” The command was so cold it made her scramble away, clutching her robe.

Hazel had just aroused the beast, and if I didn’t get my release from Miss Anonymous, the consequences would be dreadful.

I harshly picked up my phone and connected to the club. “Send her to my location. Now.” I instructed the driver to give her the blindfold upon pickup.

The car was switched off the moment she got in. I tore her skirt off—a hard denim that scraped my finger, drawing blood. I didn’t care. The beast in me had consumed all reason. I spun her over, forcing her to kneel on the car seat. My swollen giant gained access immediately.

I rode and groaned. There was no music, but the sounds we made were loud enough to be ignored by no one. Her pleasant moans added vigor to my every thrust, pleasing me immensely, my head thrown back in ecstasy. My right hand massaged, hit, and smacked her bosom; those two big, swinging breasts were boosters, their hard n*****s calling my name. I responded, adding pinches to mark them as mine. My left hand controlled her waist, moving her in rhythm with my pounding inside her.

I climaxed for the first round and pulled her up immediately to take me into her mouth. Yes, she gave it rapt attention, sucking every thick drop of slime from it. Having had enough of her teases, I pulled her to sit on my lap. My attempt to slam her down in that wild position was overridden by her; she swallowed me whole and started jogging and stretching on my giant. I exploded what felt like a thousand times with her every hard crouch.

This performance needs a room, I cursed under my hot breath, my palm trailing her smooth, toned back.

“Driver,” I growled, my voice thick with need and impatience. “How close are we to the villa?”