Fatal Transaction

Chapter 3

That night, within the VVIP suite of The Obsidian, Vivienne realized that nine years of building icy walls around her heart were not enough to face Maximilian Thorne.

The lights in the room dimmed slowly, leaving only a somber glow that made everything feel silent yet suffocating. Maximilian gave Vivienne no room to breathe. He cornered her against the cold marble wall, locking her movements with a dominant strength. There were no pleasantries or tenderness; every touch felt like a reassertion of his power.

Vivienne tried to resist, attempting to take control as she usually did with her other clients. However, Maximilian instead gripped both her wrists, pinning them above her head with one strong hand. With his other hand, he pulled the nape of her neck, forcing her to meet a kiss that felt like an absolute demand for obedience.

Without breaking their lips, Maximilian slid his arm beneath Vivienne’s knees, lifting her with a single, rough motion. Vivienne gasped, her fingers reflexively clutching Maximilian's sturdy shoulders as he carried her across the marble floor toward the spacious, dimly lit bathroom.

"You want us to do it in the bathroom? Are you serious, Maximilian? This is ridiculous!" Vivienne said.

How could it be?

The first time she had to serve Maximilian, and this absurd man chose the bathroom?

"Yes. Any objections?" Maximilian countered. He was stubborn, indifferent to whatever Vivienne thought.

Inside, a masculine scent mingled with warm steam greeted them. Maximilian did not cease his dominance; instead, he positioned Vivienne right in front of a large mirror that covered one side of the wall. The decorative lights glowing from behind the mirror frame showed their reflection with piercing clarity.

Maximilian pressed Vivienne’s body from behind, letting her feel the cold surface of the glass, contrasting with the heat radiating from the man before her.

"Look at yourself, Vivienne," Maximilian whispered low in her ear, his voice husky and full of authority.

He forced her to stare at their reflection. With one hand still locking Vivienne's wrists, his other hand began to trace the curves of her body with movements that accepted no refusal. Before that mirror, Vivienne was forced to witness how the control she usually took pride in slowly surrendered to Maximilian's hands.

There was nowhere to hide. Every small reaction, every held breath, and every tremor in Vivienne’s body was clearly reflected before her eyes, silent proof that tonight, she had to be completely obedient under Maximilian’s power. She saw how this man was unlike any of her other clients; Maximilian was intensely dominant.

Vivienne closed her eyes, but Maximilian immediately gripped her jaw gently yet firmly, forcing her to look back at their reflection.

"Don't turn your face away, Vivienne. I want you to see how I break your defenses."

A soft moan finally escaped Vivienne’s lips as Maximilian's hands began to move more provocatively, exploring the sensitive spots she had long hidden behind her mask of professionalism. His touch was no longer just an assertion of who ruled the night, but a calculated assault that made Vivienne’s knees feel weak.

She could see in the mirror how her face began to flush, her eyes misty with a haze of passion she couldn't restrain. Every time Maximilian’s fingers found the right spot on her skin, Vivienne could only lean her head against his shoulder, seeking support amidst the storm of sensations attacking her.

Maximilian turned Vivienne around, seating her on the cold marble vanity while he stood firmly between her legs. His dominance did not fade for a second; he took over every movement, every sound, and every inch of Vivienne’s body.

There was no room for negotiation. As the passion reached its peak, Vivienne could only clutch Maximilian’s shirt, burying her face in the crook of his neck while whispering his name in a raspy moan.

"Tell me you want it, Emerald. Say it," Maximilian commanded, deliberately teasing Vivienne, who was no longer able to contain the erupting surge of desire.

"I... I want it," Vivienne whispered haltingly, her voice nearly lost between their heavy breaths. Her sky-high pride crumbled right there in this vast, luxurious room.

"Please, Maximilian..." Vivienne pleaded, her eyes closed as she felt sensations of heat and cold when Maximilian touched her chest. Her parted lips looked provocative in his eyes.

Maximilian smirked thinly—an expression of dark victory at seeing Vivienne’s defenses melt away completely. Without waiting any longer, he silenced Vivienne’s whimpers with a much more demanding kiss while his hands continued to work wildly.

"Ahh, Maxim!" Vivienne cried out as she felt Maximilian's hand move down toward her lower abdomen.

Instead, Maximilian stopped his movements right at the brink of Vivienne’s satisfaction. He pulled back slightly, creating an agonizing distance, while his dark eyes stared intensely at Vivienne’s face, now messy with passion. Something beneath his expensive trousers had grown rock hard, demanding the same release, but Maximilian preferred to enjoy the sight before him.

He liked hearing that cry. He liked how this woman, who was usually as cold as ice, was now begging under his control.

"Patience, Vivienne," Maximilian whispered huskily, his fingers merely grazing her inner thigh without truly giving her what she needed. "You’re in too much of a hurry. I want you to feel every second."

Vivienne groaned in frustration, her body arching reflexively seeking a deeper touch. However, Maximilian buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin while letting his hardness rub slightly against her—a sweet torture that drove Vivienne nearly insane. Only after he felt Vivienne was truly at the nadir of her defenses did Maximilian join their bodies with one powerful, dominant thrust, shattering the last remains of her sanity.

"Open your eyes, Vivienne. Look," Maximilian ordered, his voice hoarse yet filled with unquestionable authority.

He gripped Vivienne’s chin, forcing her face up until their eyes met. Maximilian would not let Vivienne drown in darkness by closing her eyes; he wanted her to be a witness to her own passion.

With Vivienne still seated on the marble vanity, Maximilian delivered deep, powerful thrusts. Vivienne jolted, her breath caught in her throat as she was forced to watch the scene in the mirror—how her body reacted violently to his dominance, how her usually calm and controlled face now looked undone: swollen lips, hot flushed cheeks, and eyes glazed with pure lust.

"See how I possess you," he whispered right in her ear, while maintaining a tempo that demanded absolute compliance.

Vivienne tried to turn her face away, but Maximilian’s grip on her jaw ensured she watched every detail of their union.

"You shouldn't be touching me... I’m the one who’s supposed to provide the service," Vivienne managed to say.

"Remember, I’m the one paying. A much larger sum than any of your other clients," Maximilian replied arrogantly.

Maximilian moved while shedding the remains of his own clothes. Oh, Maximilian’s body was beautiful—hard abdominal muscles, a six-pack, and veined arms that made him look all the more masculine. Vivienne bit her lip, her body becoming even more aroused at the sight of him.

Maximilian didn't let Vivienne simply stare at the visual beauty of his body. He pulled her closer until their skin touched without any barrier, creating a heat that raced through every nerve. Every thrust Maximilian gave now felt faster and deeper, as if he wanted to plant the mark of his ownership as deep as possible within Vivienne.

Vivienne could only clutch the edge of the cold marble vanity while her eyes were forced to the mirror, witnessing how Maximilian, with all his prowess, truly devastated her pride and her defenses. The moans that were once stifled now turned into beautiful screams.