[WARNING MATURED CONTENTS IN THIS CHAPTER]
Inside the VIP suite, a woman's screams filled the room, mixed with the sound of flesh clapping together.
Paloma was heaving up and down, on the verge of collapse. This was the first time in her life experiencing this kind of rough sex.
At first, when they entered the room, she had tried to seduce him and take the lead.
She had bent down, trying to unbuckle his belt to start by sucking his member.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Lucian's voice was deep… sexy… and terrifying at the same time.
Paloma struggled, trying to pull his hand away as she began to lose oxygen. Panic filled her chest.
Then suddenly...
He released her.
Her only thought was to run.
She had never met someone this frightening before. It felt like she had fallen into the wrong hands tonight.
But before she could move make her move.
Her lips were captured roughly.
His hand forced its way into her pants, and before she realized it, shameless moans escaped from her lips.
To her surprise, he suddenly knelt before her.
For a second, he looked up at her
Then pushed her gown up.
His tongue ravaged her down there dangerously.
Within thirty seconds, she came while still standing, her legs trembling and weak.
She was thrown gently onto the bed.
Lucian didn't give her even a second to breathe.
He tore her clothes apart, then quickly removed his own. Without pause, he penetrated her, thrusting into her roughly.
Time passed.
For three hours, Lucian didn't release her even once.
Paloma had lost count of how many times she came… at least twenty.
At one point, she noticed something, a dlash of red in his eyes.
She blinked.
Maybe it was just an illusion.
Maybe she was getting dizzy.
As he continued thrusting into her, he kept murmuring something...
"Sera…"
He groaned the name over and over.
Even Paloma heard it, but she didn't understand.
Her body was weak now. With the last strength she had, she cried out, begging him to stop.
But strangely...
She still wanted more.
Her body kept responding, getting wetter with every passing moment.
And even more strange to her
Lucian hadn't sweat once.
It went on for another twenty minutes.
Finally... Paloma collapsed out of exhaustion.
But Lucian didn't stop until he released at last.
After that, he stood up calmly and went to wash.
Before entering the bathroom, he glanced at the unconscious woman on the bed.
And chuckled darkly.
Later, he stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a bathrobe.
His black hair was wet, falling over part of his face. His muscular chest remained exposed, making him look dangerously attractive.
He looked toward the bed and noticed she was awake.
Her hair was scattered, her mascara smeared with tears.
The moment Paloma saw him, she panicked.
She screamed.
Without thinking, she grabbed the white blanket, covering herself, and jumped off the bed.
She didn't even take her bag.
She just ran out
Like a mad woman.