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Chapter 2

Rurik

My short stopover in London wasn't as bad as I expected, but when I saw the blonde-haired woman, I decided against going to Club X. This was no small feat for me since I loved their milking room. The woman intrigued me the more I observed her. She sat in the bar of a five-star hotel while working on a trading strategy. The clothes she wore were worn for comfort, not pulling men. She was oblivious to the people around her, and her low-cut top beneath her shirt assured me of a bountiful bosom.

After a few words exchanged with this woman, I knew where the night ahead lay. There were no coy ploys, no games, and her deep blue eyes stared into mine directly as she spoke. Her outer appearance was young, but it was false because she was far more intelligent than she appeared. She would make an excellent employee.

When was the last time I was so captivated by a woman? I couldn't say, but the siren before me was in for a rough night.

I handed her my phone, watching her lips twitch until a faint smile appeared, curling the edges of her lips. It seemed I was disease-free for her.

“And what do I call you tonight?” I asked, taking my phone from her.

The waiter brought her the milky cocktail and my juice.

“Whatever you want,” she said, sipping her drink.

I decided I needed to buy more condoms because the two emergency ones I carried wouldn't cut it for tonight’s activities. Once I downed my juice, I excused myself to pay for our drinks and get some provisions. The hotel receptionist gave me another room key, which I left with her, and told her to be there in my room in an hour.

“One hour and not a second late,” I said, repeating my room number before leaving.

I had no clue why she hadn't fucked anyone for over two years, and nor did I care because I was the one who would have the privilege of fucking her tight little cunt tonight. Maksim was waiting for me in the car. This was why I never travelled without my entourage.

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Precisely an hour later, there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t hesitant or timid, and I smiled as I opened the door. I was left staring at her ass as she sashayed past me. She had changed her clothes to a practical, short black dress. It was modest, but the silky material of the skirt swayed with her movements. There was no flirting, no foreplay. She walked through the penthouse to hunt for the master bedroom.

My nostrils flared at her audacity, and my rampant desire became uncontrollable, slamming the door shut to chase after her. I found her in the bedroom twirling the handcuffs around her finger.

“Are these for me or you?” she asked with amusement twinkling in her blue eyes.

Her blonde hair was shoulder-length, but the strands were cut to showcase her features. The delicate nose, pouting pink lipsand deep blue eyes, darker than mine. Her legs were spread apart, and my eyes travelled down her body until they reached the long-heeled ankle boots.

“Oh, they are definitely for you,” I drawled, closing the bedroom door before unbuttoning my shirt.

“I like your ambition,” she said, placing the handcuffs beside the industrial-sized bottle of lube and 100 pack of condoms. “But I’m afraid the statistics work against your fantasy.”

My shirt fell to the floor, and I began to work on my leather belt. The belt that would whip some of her sass out tonight while I reshaped her pussy. She unzipped her dress before she pulled it off and tossed it onto the floor. Her pearly skin looked almost translucent against her sexy black underwear that had splashes of red embroidered into it. I dropped my boxers down my thighs to hear her gasp, but seeing her shock was fucking priceless.

“You were saying?” I asked, walking towards her.

Her eyes reflected my hunger, and I thanked fate for my stopover in London. Her hands vanished behind her back before her bra slipped off, and my body froze when I saw the most perfect pink nipples. They were larger than most in comparison to the size of her ample breasts.

“How many screaming orgasms can you provide me with in one single night?” she said in a sultry siren voice.

I glanced away from her nipples, not realising I had moved closer to her.

“Let’s find out,” I said, pushing her back on the bed.

Her hair fell away from her face, her breasts shook as she landed, and it took mere seconds to rip the remaining scrap of lace from her.

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The room was silent, but the scent of our long night of sex lingered in the air. There was never a sweeter scent than this woman’s pussy. I traced a finger over one of the belt marks left on her ass. If I could only have one night with her I would make the most of it this morning.

She could handle a bruised cervix as well as I could, my dick being rubbed raw from the latex condoms. I closed my eyes, remembering how I ripped the damn thing off to cum all over those slapped pink tits. What I didn’t expect was for her to swirl her finger in it and lick it all off.

I slid off the bed to check the time. It was nearly 4 am. There was time. She didn’t bring her phone. I should have asked my hacker to infiltrate it when I had the chance in the bar. Her room key was useless as it had no number on it. With a sigh, I picked up a condom. I would need to make this last fuck count on the off chance that I didn’t get her details in the morning.