The Devil Between Her Legs

3.The click of a woman's heels

Atlas

I was absentmindedly nodding my head at whatever the miserable-looking politicians were saying. This whole getting acquainted situation is a real waste of my time. And I'm not that patient for that. I'm not even that sociable to begin with.

My thoughts were meant for much more important things than being here or acknowledging some wretched rich old man, but I have to because it's an important day for my business.

So I just have to put up with the little talks before the main deal starts.

And for the upteenth time, I glanced at my wristwatch again.

Why the hell would Mike call me to come over? As if these people are in a hurry to leave when, in fact they are all still clearly trying to get tipsy.

I looked down at the golden liquid in my glass. Not a really big fan of it, I would have probably preferred Vodka or something much stronger. And just in time, a waiter passed by with a glass of actual Martini balanced on his tray. I switched my glass in quick succession and downed the contents in a deep, satisfying gulp.

“Hmmhmm,” I nodded to the old men just to show I was listening.

I had had enough and was about to tell Rouge to bloody begin the main auction when I heard the sound of an instrument playing.

It made me pause for a minute while my body tensed up somehow before I finally turned around deliberately slow. I recognized the tunes, but I couldn't quite place them, which was strange. It was vaguely familiar. Where the hell have I heard that sound from?

Where?

Why's my brain blank? It's unlike me not to remember things.

Then my eyes caught something else. Someone else.

The woman playing the tunes.

It was like she was in a trance because the way her hands moved up and down the strings still successfully making the intended tunes is definitely a symptom of witchcraft.

But the woman was very beautiful.

Confident and sophisticated. Hundreds of hungry eyes were in her body. Even the old men there couldn't help, but stare at her gorgeous tanned body.

Which is really not their fault because she actually dressed to attract attention. Strangely, something in me twitched in utter desire.

I want her.

And... I'll have her.

I definitely like a beautiful woman. And it's certainly not my first time wanting a woman after I laid my eyes on her. But her… it's different.

Blondes aren't really my type. They are clearly overrated and not the type to make my head turn and this woman is no exception. Or she might be considering how badly I want to f**k the hell out of her till she can't remember her name.

Exactly. That's what I want.

A good one-night stand with her to calm my nerves.

I always have everything I want and, as for women, I change them like I change clothes. And I never repeat my clothes, ever.

Then our eyes locked for a brief moment. Even among the many people in the room, it did.

It held for a split second before she looked away down to the strings on the cello.

She might not have been looking at me considering the number of people surrounding me. But there was an unspoken connection that says she needs a proper man to bed her. Me.

I smirked hard at the thought. But knowing myself, I know I will surely have her.

“Hello Atlas.” A slightly gentle voice called beside me. From the pitch of the voice, you would know the person is faking it. And no other person would do that except Maddie.

The smirk died in my face and I angled my head to look at her.

She was putting on heavy makeup and her smile was too bright, which somehow annoys me. She had always wanted to have s*x with me, but I was uninterested in her. Even till this moment.

“Hey,” I grunted in reply.

She gave a shaky and awkward laugh.

“Wow. I never knew a cello would sound so good,” she said, trying to have a conversation.

“Yeah.” My reply was curt, but as always, she couldn't take a hint.

I would have rebuked her if she hadn't had the advantage of the fact that her late brother had been one of my best men in the game. And I tend to show respect to loyal men dead or alive.

I took out my phone and dialed Rouge's number.

“Yes sir?” He picked up immediately.

“Are you guys ready? I want you to begin the auction in ten minutes. Max.” I said, walking away from her before she could say anything again. Maddie is quite persistent, but I try my best not to show her my bad side just in respect to her brother.

I went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands.

The door of the bathroom opened, and my eyes caught the flow of a dinner gown.

“Wrong bathroom miss.” I said cautiously, turning to check out the intruder.

“I believe I'm in the right one.”

Christ. Maddie.

“f**k Maddie. Why are you here?” I growled, a scowl plastered on my face. Her obsession with all this is getting too much, and I certainly won't hold back for much longer.

“I want you.” She said, walking over to me and placing her hand seductively on my chest.

“I need you. I throb for you. Please take me Atlas. Please.” She started dragging down the straps of her gown and I watched quietly. It would be a heck of an effort to get her to leave me alone. She's insane.

I guess I'll just give her what she desperately craves. I can make use of a good destressing syndrome from the earlier episode with the stupid priest.

“Please Atlas.” Her eyes were filled with lust and intense hunger for my d**k.

I grabbed her without warning and bent her over the sink. The water was still running, but she didn't care as droplets poured into her face.

I heard her moan in pleasure and excitement. And before she could say anything, I had removed my belt and brought out my pulsing d**k and was thrusting into her shallow and deep.

“That's what you want? I will give it to you, slut.”

“Yes… yes… yes Atlas.” Her cries filled every corner with the restroom as I continued to thrust into her, each one harder than the last and hitting her sweet spot each time.

Her legs were shaking, and she couldn't hold up anymore till her knees buckled. She was about to fall to the ground, but I held her still, giving her what she had begged me for. What she deserved.

"Wait... slow down." She moaned.

"I just began, bitch." I smirked as I continued to thrust into her.

"Take a look at yourself," I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up roughly for her to see herself in the mirror.

"f**k!"

Her moans increased, and it was as if her legs were failing her, but I'm hard to please. So, for the next long minutes, skin continued to slap against skin, hard.

When her orgasm hit her, it was hard, her squirts pouring heavily on the tiled floor and her walls squeezed around my d**k, but I didn't stop f*****g her.

"I can't take it anymore."

"You will." I groaned, my hand still yanking at her hair and my other.

er hand sending a sharp slap to her butt.

Then I heard a mild sound. A different one from Maddie's intense moans.

There was someone else outside.

A woman.

Because the strange sound was definitely the click of a woman's heels.