His Forbidden Mistress

Chapter 8

Daniel’s POV

The morning light shone through the curtains, pulling me from sleep and human limbs.

My body ached but in the best way, heavy with the aftermath of last night’s craziness.

The three women from the bar laid across my king-sized bed, their naked bodies spread over silk sheets, a vision of chaos and ecstasy.

The redhead lay on her side, her fiery hair falling across the pillow,she had one leg hooked over mine.

The blonde was curled against my chest, her lips parted, still swollen from her relentless work in the car.

The dark-skinned beauty laid at the edge, as her arm slung possessively over my waist.

My mind flickered to the night before. It was full of unfiltered pleasure.

The blonde had been insatiable, her mouth was on me the moment we walked into my bedroom, her tongue teasing as she knelt between my legs.

“You’re gonna love this,” she’d cooed, as her eyes gleamed with wicked intent before taking my c**k deep in her mouth.

I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair as the redhead caressed my lap as she undressed me, her dress also discarded, as her breasts pressed against my chest.

She ground against me, her moans filling the air as I sucked hard on her right n****e, her body trembling under my grip as I smooched her other boobs.

The third woman had been a wild card, her nails raking down my back as she whispered filthy promises, her tongue tracing my ear before she joined the blonde.

She took my c**k from the blonde's mouth as she placed it in her mouth. I groaned as she stroked,licked and sucked on it.

Then something crazy happened, she kissed the blonde and I watched as their mouths moved, driving me to the edge.

"So, who wants more?" I asked sexily. The blonde replied, "I've had it in my mouth, so now I want it in my p***y. But first, let me see what you've got here."

With that statement, The blonde bent down to the redhead p***y and licked the fluid oozing out of her p***y.

As I pulled away from them and thrust my d**k into the dark-skinned p***y as she moaned out loud.

Then I took turns in f*****g their p*****s out.

It was a night well spent as the room had spun with their gasps, their laughter, the slick heat of their bodies against mine, a relentless storm of desire that left us all spent.

I shifted as I untangled myself from their limbs, my body still humming from the crazy night.

But even as I savored the scene, Serena’s face flashed in my mind - her bold eyes, her sharp rejection.

These women were a distraction, a temporary fix, but they weren’t her. They lacked her fire, the challenge that made my blood burn. I wanted her more than ever, and I’ll have her, no matter what it took.

Then the door swung open, and Marcus came in, as he let out a booming laugh disturbing the peaceful chaos.

He clapped his hands, making a sharp and mocking sound, as he took in the sight of the women sprawled across my bed.

“Well done. Hawthorne!” he said, grinning. “You don’t waste time, do you? Looks like a f*****g orgy in here!”

I smirked, as I sat up, ignoring the blonde’s sleepy protest as she reached for me.

“Henryson!” I called, my voice still rough from last night. “Get in here and take these ladies home.”

Henryson appeared promptly, his face impassive as he nodded.

The women sat up, giggled as they gathered their scattered clothes, their eyes lingering on me with promises of more.

“Call us, Daniel,” the redhead said sexy, blowing me a kiss as Henryson ushered them out.

The blonde winked, her dress barely zipped, while the dark-skinned woman trailed a hand down my arm, her smirk daring me to follow through.

I just smirked back, unmoved, as Marcus’s laughter filled the room.

“Man, you’re something else,” he said, shaking his head as the door closed behind them.

He sat on a couch with his arms crossed, with a grin wide on his face.

“So, what’s the deal with that dancer from last night? Serena, right? Are you still chasing her?”

I swung my legs over the bed, heading to the bathroom, the marble cool under my feet.

I splashed water on my face and body, the mirror reflecting my sharp jawline and the hunger still burning in my grey eyes.

“Chasing?” I said, drying up as I stepped back into the room. “I’m going to have her, Marcus. She’s not like these girls. She’s… different.”

Marcus raised a brow, intrigued. “Different how? Spill it, man.”

I leaned against the dresser, my mind replaying every detail of last night.

“She was running from some thugs. I think. I offered to clear her debts, make it all go away. Told her to be my mistress for a year.” I paused, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“Let me guess.”

Marcus interrupted. “She obviously accepted. They all do.”

I smile slowly.”Yeah… They all do but she told me to f**k off.”

Marcus’s jaw dropped, his laughter erupting again.

“She said no? To you? Holy s**t, Danny, that’s a first!”

He clapped his hands again as his eyes gleamed with amusement. “She’s a big fish, man. You’re not gonna reel her in. She’s got you by the balls already.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Wanna bet?” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “I’ll have her begging for me and my c**k by the end of the month. A hundred grand if I win.”

Marcus grinned, undaunted. “You’re on, Hawthorne. But I’m telling you, that girl’s got fire you can’t tame. You’re gonna crash and burn.”

We both laughed, the tension between us electric,as the bet sealed the game.

Serena was a prize, a challenge I couldn’t resist, and I'd play dirty if I had to. I always got what I wanted.

As we stepped out of the bedroom, my personal assistant, Rosie, was waiting in the hall, her tablet in hand, her expression all business.

Rosie is so serious and good at her job but sometimes I just want her off my back for a while.

“Good morning, Mr. Hawthorne,” she said, her voice crisp. “Your schedule today includes…”

“Did you sleep in, Rosie?” I cut her off, smirking as I adjusted my cufflinks. “You’re here early.”

She didn’t flinch, her eyes steady on her tablet. “No, sir. I’m always on time. You have a board meeting at ten, a lunch with-”

“Relax, Rosie,” Marcus interrupted, slinging an arm around my shoulder. “Danny and I are hitting up at his favorite spot for breakfast. Take the other car to the office please.”

I nodded, already craving the greasy comfort of the diner.

“You heard him. We’re talking in the morning. Handle things until I get there.”

Claire’s lips pressed into a thin line as she wanted to argue, but she just nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Marcus and I headed for the garage, the bet still buzzing in my mind.

As we slid into the Bentley, I turned to Marcus. “I told Henryson to look into her.”

Marcus glanced at me, his grin sly.

“You’re obsessed, man,” he said, shaking his head. “This Serena’s gonna be your downfall.”

I smirked, my eyes glinting with determination. “Or my greatest win. Just wait.”

As Henryson drove off…