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He looks like he could be one of those dangerous men my brother works with. It's not safe, and I should run. Take the stairs, go to reception.

But it’s too late. The doors have closed.

“Floor?” his deep, husky voice asks, and warmth spreads throughout my traitorous body as it’s clearly responding to him. It’s been too long since I’ve last had sex. That must be it, absolutely nothing to do with him.

“What?” I blurt, turning towards him, attempting to ignore all the warnings firing through my brain right now. My face is heating underneath my makeup, and I hope he can’t see.

He gestures to the numbers of each floor on the buttons, and I let out a breath of relief and press the button for my floor. Then I pull my phone out of my bag to text Dmitri, hoping the stranger doesn’t talk to me anymore; a great distraction to kill my libido is my brother.

Before I know it, the doors ping open, and I look up.

“Goodnight,” the mystery man says as he saunters out.

I check the floor number. We are not on the same one. Thank fuck for that. My head drops back against the mirror wall behind me, and I chuckle to myself as the doors close. I’m being paranoid.

When the door to my room shuts behind me, I take off my dress and throw it on the floor, stripping off my bra and panties next, which join my outfit. Then I grab my products from my suitcase and take a shower.

The large mirror opposite taunts me. Every time I see myself, my eyes zero in on all my imperfections. A bit of extra fat between my thighs, my lower abdomen has too much of a pouch. I turn away in disgust. It’s okay, I’ll skip lunch tomorrow.

I stand under the hot water, letting it cascade over my body. Massaging my aches from the show. Washing away all my thoughts of the day and then disappear down the drain.

Eventually, I force myself to leave the steaming shower after a few moments of simply standing there and wrap myself in a white towel. Then I rummage in my suitcase until I find something to sleep in, and I shove on the tank top and shorts, dropping into the bed with my damp hair spreading out around me.

Exhaustion wraps around me and pulls me under just as the first sounds of rain patter against the window.

Chapter three

Viktor

Herchestrisesandfalls as she’s in a deep sleep. She was captivating up close and out of that cute little outfit from on stage.

I had to get closer. Watch her. Get to know her habits and win her over.

She won’t be as easy as the others, and that's what will make her taste better. She’s too good for a man like me, but I’m going to ruin her for anyone else. I’ll be imprinted on her mind and body.

She had been relaxed with that other man; he clearly wants her. She doesn’t seem to return that sentiment, if the strained smiles she sent his way were any indication. But I still had to know if he came back here with her at any point.

It wasn’t hard to find someone’s name in the system when I fucked the receptionist, Kassie, not long ago. All I had to do was tell her I needed to check some things and since my name is big around here, she didn’t question it. Those love hearts in her eyes as she stared at me almost made me run. I don’t like the idea of settling down just yet. Not for another couple of years.

I found that a group of ballet dancers are staying here for the weekend, and a copy of their driver's licenses are in the system. Booked in for just one more night for the shows.

Amaia Frost.

That's her name. I roll each letter over my tongue to get used to it. Unique and just as beautiful as her.

I leave the lobby quickly and swipe the housekeeper's keycard from the office to sneak into Amaia’s room, not being able to help myself. I enter silently with a glass of scotch. I only like shots of Vodka with a meal.

It’s silent in here as I stalk toward her. Dark brown hair fans out on the pillow, her pink lips parted and emitting soft snores while her tiny frame only takes up a fraction of the bed. As I get closer, I twirl a strand of damp hair between my fingers and the coconut shampoo reaches my nose, overpowering the alcohol on my breath.

She rolls onto her side, and I drop the strand, stepping toward the curtain to open it a fraction. Allowing in a sliver of moonlight for a better view of her, the glow making her pale skin seem ethereal.

My eyes scan the room, and I notice her scrunched-up panties, I lift them to my nose and inhale her scent. Intoxicating. Satisfied, I take a seat in the corner of the room just to watch her as I finish my drink and place the empty glass on the table. Then I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, wrapping the pink silk around my length and pumping in my hand, each barbell of my piercing making me more sensitive. I have to hold in my groan as I watch her chest rise and fall, nipples pebbling underneath her tank top as she wears no bra.

How I’d like to suck on one and hear the moans come from her pretty mouth. It’s not long until I’m throbbing and my cum spurts all over her panties and my hand. I drop them next to my empty glass for her to find when she wakes. When I tuck myself back in, she starts to stir. It’s time to leave.

The door clicks softly as it closes behind me.

Chapter four

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