“Who are we going to kill?” I asked, knowing that he often called me when we had to do something that was important, especially at this time.
“For now, no one. But Liana figured that you might want to relax.” He said and I chuckled and shook my head as I walked to my bar. I pulled out a glass cup and a bottle of scotch before pouring myself a cup. I took a sip as I waited for what he had to say. “What do you think? Do you want us to send her in?”
“It depends on who she’s sending,” I said, smirking. Each one of the girls here knew that she wasn’t a consort nor was she forced to do anything that she didn’t want. But there were times when each one of them would be more than interested in being in one of our rooms, specifically, mine. Vladimir had his way with his women and it wasn’t Liana who sent them to him. She mostly sent me a girl if she believed that I was overworking myself, reminding me that I needed to step back into reality and distress.
“Don’t worry, she won’t be sending you someone that you don’t like.” He said, and I chuckled in response as I took another sip of the drink.
“Sure, let’s see what Liana has for me tonight.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
I waited and listened as the door to the suite opened, and I smirked when I caught the smell of perfume as the girl entered the suite. It was Ariana, a girl that used to work at one of the clubs before she asked me to stay at the house, not wanting to deal with the gruesome things that she experienced with a few men. I gave her what she wanted for a break before she decided whether she wanted to go back to the club or find herself a different job.
She knocked on the door twice before opening it, already knowing that I was expecting her.
She was human, and for that, I knew to hold my ground with her. Though I was never one to aggress or hurt a woman, regardless of whether or not she was a wolf, I was often sure to pay more attention when touching a human.
I knew that they were far more fragile than a wolf would be and that I was ten times stronger than they were.
“Boss,” she said, smiling at me. I smiled and extended my hand for her to come. She smiled and approached me before putting a hand on my chest as she connected her lips with mine. Her kiss was somewhat gentle, and I couldn’t help but smirk when she bit my bottom lip, pulling it gently before pulling away to look me in the eye. “I was told that you were having a long day.”
She ran her finger down my chest, abs, and rested it right over my belt. A low hum escaped my chest in response, and I had to admit, I was somewhat curious about what she had in mind for me tonight. To say the least, I knew that I would be getting a momentary distraction from the Bernardi’s never ending issue, and that I would be knowing how to act when it came to what I had to do tomorrow.
“Indeed, but then again, the last thing that I expected was to see that you of all people were interested in being inside my room.” I said, and she laughed. I smiled at her, my eyes darkened with lust as she lowered her hand to my cock, gently stroking me through my pants, squeezing my growing bulge.
“I said that I wanted to escape the vulgar men that used to come to the clubs. I never did mention your name on the list,” she said, lowering her voice as she leaned in to connect her lips with mine. She brushed her lips over the side of my lip for a second, her hot breath hitting my face as she spoke. “But I assume that you aren’t too happy to see me?”
Her voice was above a whisper as she asked, and I let out a low groan before cupping her cheeks and connecting my lips with hers. She moaned at the contact and I smirked before lifting her in my arms and carrying her toward the bed.
I put her on it and quickly stripped my clothes off, watching as she did the same before she got on her knees and kissed me as if there was no tomorrow. I cupped her cheeks as she lowered her hand to my cock, stroking me while my lips were on hers. Her hands worked their magic for a few seconds before she pulled away from the kiss to look me in the eye as she took deep slow breaths.
My slit was already dripping with pre-cum, and Ariana wasted no time in connecting her lips with my swollen head, sucking on it, taking what she could in her mouth before stroking the base. I let out a low growl before wrapping my hand around her hair in a makeshift ponytail, making her gag over my dick for a few times before she pulled away to breath.
Her cheeks were red and I could tell that they were somewhat swollen, but she didn’t seem to care as she laid down on the pillow, spreading her legs for me, allowing me to smell her arousal, despite her not knowing that for a fact, and taking her dress and panties off, I smirked when I saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra and how wet and ready she was for me.
I opened the drawer on the bedside table before rolling a condom over my cock, covering it. Her eyes were fixed on me as she watched me and I smirked before connecting my lips with hers just as I settled between her legs.
“Safe word is ‘red’, if you want me to stop at any moment, let me know, yeah?” I said, keeping in mind that she might still be traumatized. Had it not been for the men who got her out of the club room when they did, I knew that the last man that she was with would have hurt her more than he already did. I ran my finger over the scar that he made for her over her stomach. The fucking bastard hid the knife under his tongue, and despite being searched before entering the room, the weapon wasn’t found until he was using it to scratch her as he tied her to the bed.
She put her hand on mine, wanting me to stop, clearly not wanting to live through the painful memory. I knew that it was hard for her, and I couldn’t blame her. Anyone in her shoes would have weakened.
I smiled and ran my finger through her hair before slowly pulling away from on top of her and kissing the wound, my lips gentle over her scars. “You’re fucking beautiful, do you that?”
Her cheeks reddened and I smiled before she cupped my cheeks, pulling me toward her. I smiled and kissed her as I positioned myself against her entrance, taking both her hands in mine as I squeezed them in assurance. She tensed as she felt me push the head inside her and I stopped, squeezing her hand one more time.
“Relax,” I whispered before kissing her forehead, reminding her that she was safe, “no one is going to hurt you, okay? Therefore, I just want you to relax…”
Eleanor:
I frowned as a heavy feeling settled in my chest as I walked out of the shower.
The clench felt like my heart was being stabbed more than once, and for the first time since I could remember her hiding herself, ashamed, broken, torn, and abused, my wolf whimpered.
I frowned and took a deep breath, wanting to calm her down as I tried understanding what was wrong with her. Since Elton broke her soul, she rarely ever allowed me to shift to begin with, fearing that he would hurt her more than he did to me in human form. I sat on the floor for a second and wrapped the towel around my body before shaking my head, allowing myself to take a deep breath as I composed myself.
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