Page 8 of Dark Seduction

"Fuck," I moan, the sensation overwhelming. His grip is firm, possessive, and I can feel his raw strength as he drives into me.

His thrusts are relentless, each one pushing me closer to yet another orgasm. I brace myself against the bed, my body responding eagerly to his every move.

He fucks me with a primal intensity, the force of his movements causing my body to rock forward. I brace myself against the bed, surrendering to the passionate energy he pours into every stroke. His cock drives into me, filling me completely, hitting all the right spots with a precision that leaves me gasping for breath.

My moans mix with his grunts, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. I can feel the heat building inside me again, my climax approaching rapidly under his relentless assault. He grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes us both to the edge.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to come with me."

“Yes, sir.”

With a final, powerful thrust, my orgasm hits, crashing through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking him as I scream out in pleasure. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and I feel like I'm floating, completely consumed by the sensation.

He joins me, erupting inside me with a guttural groan. I feel the warmth of his cum, each pulse sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body as he spills himself deep inside me.

The feeling is indescribable, his release amplifying my own pleasure. We ride the wave together, his body tensed and powerful above me, mine trembling and spent beneath him. As the intensity slowly fades, we collapse together, our breathing heavy, hearts racing, bodies entwined.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I can feel him dripping from my pussy as he gently maneuvers us into a spooning position. His strong arms wrap around me with surprising tenderness, his lips trailing soft kisses along my shoulder and neck before finally capturing my own in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling total contentment. “I needed that.”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my skin. “The pleasure was all mine,” he murmurs. Then, with a grin I can almost hear, he adds, “Well, maybe not all of it.”

A big smile spreads across my face and I snuggle closer to him. As I drift off to sleep, wrapped securely in his arms, I realize that this night has just changed everything.

I know I've experienced something incredible, something raw and real that I never knew I needed until now.

I begin to open my eyes, early morning light pouring in through the windows. I’m in that hazy, in-between state where I can’t tell if I’m awake or dreaming. I’m still in the hotel, and through bleary eyes, I watch Lev as he slips out of bed.

I get a wonderful view of his perfect ass, toned and muscular, the kind of ass that looks like it’s been sculpted by the godsthemselves. My gaze drifts up, and I notice something I hadn’t seen last night. His back is covered in scars. Faint, crisscrossing lines that tell a story of a past I can’t even begin to imagine.

Who is this guy?

He glances over his shoulder, catching me watching him.

“It’s early—go back to sleep.”

Just like all the other commands he’s given me, I obey. My eyes flutter closed, and I drift back into the comforting embrace of sleep, my mind swirling with thoughts of the mysterious man I’ve just spent the night with.

I wake up a couple hours later, this time to the bright light of late morning.

Lev's no longer in bed beside me. I assume he's somewhere else in the penthouse, so I throw on a robe I find hanging on the back of the door, taking a moment to savor the amazing room and the breathtaking view of the city.

I glance at the clock and remember my interview is at eleven—I can't linger for too long. I start looking around for Lev, but there's no trace of him. The penthouse feels strangely empty.

As I wander into the kitchen, I spot an envelope on the counter. My heart skips a beat as I open it. Inside is a note, and to my shock, a thick stash of cash. I'm stunned, my mind racing with questions.

I unfold the note, my curiosity piqued. It's short and to the point, written in a bold, confident script:

Dalia,

Last night was amazing. I hope you feel the same way. The money is for you to get a fresh start. You’ve been through enough. Before you object, you don’t owe me anything.

I spoke with your “friend” at the repair shop. Your car is ready to be picked up, and there will be no charge.

Sorry to renege on our payment plan arrangement.

— Lev

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