The Billionaire's plaything

He kissed her, their tongues immediately tangling with each other. It was messy, filthy, and so f*****g good. He broke the kiss, straightening to his full height. He placed his huge c**k on her lips and she opened beautifully for him. He thrust in, moaning, his eyes closed. "So good," he moaned like he was dying. He closed his eyes, no longer having the strength to keep them open as he continued to thrust, his breath a pant. The room was silent, save for the slow buzz coming from the speakers, his groans and moans, and the wet sound Luna was making as she sucked him. The base of his spine teased, and he meant to warn her but wasn't quick enough as he came. "Ah, f**k!" he groaned, shooting c*m down her throat, thrusting wildly into her mouth. Luna gagged but she continued to take it, taking him deeply. With a loud groan, he poured his c*m more deeply into her throat, “Swallow it, you slut!” She did, obediently, staring up at his face to get a hint of satisfaction from him, but nothing. “Did you enjoy it, babe?” She questioned, drips of his c*m still running through her lips, down to her bare breasts. “No difference, still the same,”he snarled, adjusting his pants. Luna was still knelt on the plush carpeted floor of the luxury suite, her breath shallow, her lips tingling with the remnants of what she had just done. Her fiance, no, the man she thought loved her, stood before her, adjusting the zipper of his pants with a detached look that sent an eerie chill through her veins, saying those words he knew killed her feelings. Then he said it. Something more brutal to completely wreck her heart to pieces. Flat and cold, "I'm breaking up with you." The words sliced through the fragile quiet of the room like a jagged knife. Luna blinked. Once. Twice. Then she coughed. Her heart thudded a painful beat as if it couldn’t comprehend what her ears just heard. Her knees wobbled beneath her as she slowly rose, using the edge of the bed for balance. Her eyes, glossy and wide with disbelief, searched his face for a sign or anything that would suggest he was joking, messing around like he sometimes did when he was pissed off or having his usual mood swings. But he wasn’t joking. His gaze didn’t hold regret or guilt. Just indifference. "No..." Luna’s voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. “Y-you’re not serious. You can’t be.” “I am,” he replied, buttoning the top of his trousers with a shrug. “It’s over, Luna.” Her breath hitched as her legs carried her forward, desperate hands clinging to his shirt. “But… but I just— I just—” she choked on her words, lips trembling. “I just gave you money last weekend, I promise I'd take another loan from my boss and will get the money you need for your investment…. it's a promise.. “And I meant it when I said we're done!” he cut in sharply, finally meeting her gaze. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you'll get me the money, right? Who knows, I might…you know…reconsider the breakup” The sting of his words was sharper than any slap. Luna’s throat tightened, her chest collapsing into itself with humiliation and devastation. “You said I was your everything…” Her voice wavered. “You said you wanted to spend your life with me..!” He scoffed. “I said a lot of things. Maybe I thought I meant it back then, but not anymore. People change.” “No!” she sobbed, her hands gripping his arms now, shaking. “Don’t do this, please. Not like this. Not after all we've been through, Logan!, you used me! You can’t…. A slow, mocking clap echoed through the room, cutting through her desperate cries like venom. “Wow. I didn’t know my dear big sister was this talented with her mouth,” a sultry voice dripped with sarcasm from the doorway. Luna’s blood turned to ice. There, leaning against the doorframe in black lace lingerie that left little to the imagination, was her step sister, Talia. A smirk curled on her painted lips as she stepped into the room, her heels tapping softly against the marble floor. “Talia?” Luna’s voice was hoarse, her hands falling limp to her sides. “Yes, sweetheart. Me.” Talia’s eyes glimmered with smug satisfaction as she walked slowly toward them, her curves swaying with deliberate elegance. Her gaze flicked to Luna’s boyfriend, her fiancé, and she purred, “Did she beg you to love her before or after she got on her knees?” “Talia, get out!” Luna shrieked, her voice laced with desperation and shame. That was when she realized she was still naked. But Talia wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, she turned her head slightly, as though admiring her reflection in the window behind them. “You know,” she said with a casual air, “Dad always talked so highly of you. Luna the angel. Luna, the perfect one.” She turned, eyes narrowing on her sister. “Guess angels have quite the appetite, huh? Do you know you beat me to that! The sound alone said how talented you're!” Luna stumbled back, the weight of her sister’s mockery pressing her down harder than gravity itself. “You set this up…” she whispered, the realization dawning like a cruel sunrise. Talia’s smirk widened. “Took you long enough. Did you really think he was going to marry you?” She threw a sideways glance at the man Luna had once trusted with her heart. “He never loved you. He was just curious. You were the challenge. I’m the prize.” Luna’s knees buckled again as she dropped onto the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face in silence now. Her heart wasn’t just broken,it was annihilated. “Logan..tell me this all is a joke, right babe! How'd f**k are my supposed to pay back all the loans you made me collect at the company! Talia, please…” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Don’t do this. Not like this.” Talia leaned down until her face was inches from Luna’s, the smirk never leaving her lips. “Oh, sweetheart. You already did all of this for love?” Then she straightened, turned to the man who had just wrecked Luna’s heart, and held out her hand like she was claiming what was hers. Without hesitation, he took it. As they made to leave, she screamed, “I'm taking back all the properties and investments I made for us!” What he said made her stomach churned more violently than it already did, “No stress Luna love, the document you signed on last week?” He stressed, watching and enjoying the puzzle on her face, “ was the property transfer document, including this suite” Talia scoffed, “sis, you've got 24 hours to get your stuff outta here, your house belongs to me now!”