Chapter Three-Ares
688 Words
The city comes alive at night, breathing in rhythm with the pulse of sin. By the time I step out of the apartment, the air is thick with the scent of rain and gasoline—a familiar perfume for a man like me. The beast inside stirs, hungry for release. I slide behind the wheel of my Maserati, the engine's growl a low echo of the rage still simmering in my chest. Tonight isn't about business, family, or control. Tonight, it's about indulgence. And maybe, just maybe, silence.
The bass thumps so loudly it vibrates through my Maserati as I pull up to the curb. The line of women stretches down the block, dressed to kill and dripping with confidence. Fine hunting grounds tonight. Maybe the beast can be tamed after all.
I step out of the car, tossing the keys to the valet without a second glance. VIPs like me don't wait in lines or deal with trivialities. Skipping the crowd, I stride toward the private offices in search of Leo. If he wants me here to party, then let's f*****g party.
The office door swings open, and I freeze. There's Leo, head tipped back in ecstasy, his c**k buried in the throat of a stunning blonde Her mouth works him with practiced precision, tongue flicking and swirling, struggling to keep up. Neither of them notices me in the doorway.
I settle onto the couch across from them, my gaze locked on Leo. He's too wrapped up to acknowledge me yet. My eyes drift to the blonde, her fingers digging into his thighs, body trembling under his control. The slight panic behind her compliance is intoxicating, and I can feel myself hardening at the sight.
Finally, Leo's eyes snap open. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. He tightens his grip, thrusting harder, driving deeper into her throat. Her gagging rises, and I can't look away.
His control slips. Guttural groans. One final pull. She swallows. Submission absolute.
He lets her go, zips his pants, and pats her head. "Good girl. You're dismissed."
She rises, adjusts her dress, and leaves without a glance. Docile.
I lean back, a smirk curling my lips. "Well-trained. Sharp, compliant, and naughty—exactly the type you crave."
Leo pours two glasses of whiskey, sliding one across the table. "She's from Club X. Trained to obey cues. Loves praise. Will do anything to hear she's 'daddy's good girl.' But she's not your type. She couldn't keep up with you."
He laughs, clinking his glass against mine. "Now get out of my office. Let's hit the VIP and do some shots."
The VIP area is exactly what I expect: private, luxurious, and a balcony overlooking the pulsing dance floor. From here, I can see everything; no one sees me.
Leo and I sink into a booth, drinking like we're racing. For a fleeting moment, it feels like old times—laughing, catching up, forgetting the weight of the world.
But I know Leo too well. Just as I start to relax, he downs a final shot and grins. "Catch you later, brother."
Gone. Already prowling the dance floor. Typical.
I'm about to leave when I see her.
Sitting alone at the end of the bar, by the exit, she's a vision. Dark auburn hair frames her face, curves accentuated by a fitted dress. Lips full. Inviting. But it's her eyes that stop me.
Silver under the dim lights, they shimmer with unreadable depths. I've spent my life reading people; this one is a mystery. The beast inside me purrs.
She must feel my stare. Her head turns. A smirk curls her lips—confident, challenging—but her eyes stay guarded, unreadable.
"Well, hello there, pretty lady," I murmur, flashing my best killer smile. "What's your name?" As if she can hear me.
Her smile mirrors mine. My chest tightens. Dangerous. But thrilling.
The monster inside me roars in response. Her eyes dare me, provoke me, and I can't look away.
I raise my glass. She matches the gesture, smirk unwavering.
Cheers to you, pretty lady. You've just become my new obsession.
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