Shattered Reflection

~Episode: 1~ •Victoria• Roaming through the busy New York streets searching for a specific target was difficult, yet exhilarating. My eyes glided professionally through the crowd until they pinned onto a certain someone. “Bingo.” He was a rich-looking, handsome man, likely in his early thirties. Messy curls were scattered across his forehead, making him look like a dream. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off dark tattoos and an expensive silver watch. His black vest fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, and his dark tie looked sharp and professional. Fuck, I’m wet. Licking my lips, I eyed him up and down, taking in his broad back and the muscles that looked like they could crush me in a second. I smirked to myself. I was wearing a sheer black mesh top that left nothing to the imagination, layered over a tiny black bikini top that barely held me together. Feeling proud, I approached the sexy stranger. “Excuse me? Do you happen to know where I could find a motel at this time?” I asked, smiling innocently. He eyed me up and down, taking his time as his gaze lingered on my chest. He shrugged coldly. “No clue.” He was going to be a hard one to crack. “Could you please help me? I’ll give you something in return, if you’d like.” I bit my lip, watching his reaction. He raised an eyebrow before finally shifting his full attention toward me. “What is it that you want?” he asked, his voice a low growl. I blinked. “I want you to help me find a motel I can stay in.” He grumbled something under his breath before pulling a phone from his pocket. He glared at me, but his eyes kept dropping to my chest. I smirked. He was hooked. After a few minutes, he snapped his phone shut. “Go to this location and you’ll find the motel,” he said coldly. I cleared my throat. “Can you please drop me off? I don’t have transport.” I gave him my most innocent look. He bit back a groan, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me toward a black Cadillac Escalade. My eyes widened. Not only was he f*****g hot, he was also f*****g rich. He pushed me into the passenger seat before slamming the door and walking around to the driver’s side. He got in, the engine roaring to life with a powerful hum. “So, what’s your name?” I asked hesitantly, trying to regain my confidence. He looked at me through the corner of his eye. “Alexander,” he barked out. I bit my lip and nodded. “I’m Victoria. Nice to meet you, Alexander.” I let my gaze wander down to his lap. “You know... you look like a full meal.” I could’ve sworn he stilled. His eyes snapped to mine, dark and needy. “Is that so, mi amor?” I nodded. “Absolutely.” He smirked, his hand shamelessly grabbing my thigh and squeezing roughly. “You sound like you want to get f****d, baby.” I gasped at his bluntness but didn't pull away. “Is it that obvious?” -The Motel- 2:36 AM. I screamed my lungs out as he pounded into me. The bed rattled vigorously under his weight. My nails dug into his back, carving deep red lines until a trail of blood fell onto my chest. His hand tightened around my throat, his grip firm but intoxicating, before he brutally slammed back into me. “Such a good f*****g girl,” he muttered against my skin.I reached my climax, a strangled scream escaping me as the world blurred into white heat. I was in f*****g heaven.