Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Lilly
He paid ten thousand dollars this time.
Christian Giordano has booked me again and he’s paid ten thousand dollars to spend the night with me.
I’m making my way to his suite and I don’t know what unnerves me more. The fact that he paid to see me again, or that moment we shared while I was dancing.
He looked at me like he could see straight through me. Right through to my soul and saw the girl inside screaming for help.
He caught me off guard as the music was ending and worry returned to my mind. Worry of what the night would bring and sadness over what I’d become.
I looked at him and the pull of attraction held me in place. Then I remembered who he was. A mobster of the same variety as Miguel?
I don’t know.
I’ve seen him twice now and I haven’t sensed that dark vibe about him that should warn me to stay far away. It was me who had to remind myself that he’s supposed to be the kind of man I should run away from. A man who will never be my savior in this hell.
Now look at me, Enroute to his room. Ten thousand dollars richer. In just two nights I’ve made fifteen grand from this man. Money I should be rejoicing over because I’m looking at one hell of a paycheck at the end of the exhibition.
It’s money that will change mine and Rosie’s life. If I continue like this, I’ll achieve my goal and be the mother my baby deserves.
So why am I not rejoicing?
I’m attracted to him. That’s why. I won’t even try to deny it. He’s the first man since Miguel that I’ve allowed myself to be attracted to. That’s a big deal for me.
Ahead I can see the door is open, just like last night.
I walk in and the breeze blows through the window lifting the white chiffon curtains.
The light is turned down to a soft ambient glow.
As I walk further in, I see him. The breathtaking sight makes me stop and my heart skip a beat.
He’s wearing similar clothes to last night and he’s equally as gorgeous.
His hair is slightly ruffled with that just got out of bed sexy look and the five o’clock shadow gracing his cheeks gives him a rugged edge that makes my mouth water.
Leaning against the wall, he smokes a cigar, slinking it to the side of his mouth when he sees me. That predatory smile greets me when he takes out the cigar and my nerves tingle.
“Hello Lilly St. James,” he says and those eyes of his drink me in.
“Hello,” I answer and a deep chuckle rumbles within the walls of his chest.
“We meet again,” he muses and puts out the cigar.
“We have.”
I want to mention the money, but I hold my tongue.
I keep my silence, knowing not to talk about that.
Not only is it against club policy because it ruins the fantasy, but I know of my own accord that it shouldn’t be mentioned.
Paying for sex isn’t normally something people talk about on the regular.
It’s no different here.
He walks up to me and circles me slowly, eyes on me burning everywhere they touch.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a man with such a powerful presence, who could have such an effect on me with just the way he looks at me.
He stops behind me and comes close to my ear. My nerves stand on end and my pulse races.
“You’re afraid of me,” he notes, and I turn to look at him. He’s too close, so close his lips are inches away from mine.
I attempt to shake my head. “No,” I lie, and I think he knows it for a lie.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me… Lilly,” he says lingering on the last syllable of my name. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You aren’t?” I ask. The words fall from my lips before I can think of what I’m asking.
“No… I can see though that you have questions on your mind. Why don’t you just ask me what you want,” he says.
I think for a moment and something comes to me. something that shouldn’t reveal how wary I am. “What are we doing tonight?”
The corners of his lips turn up into a smile. “Not the same thing we did last night. Tonight, I want more. Tonight… I want you.”
Of course, he does. What did I expect for ten grand?
“Tonight, I want more of you, you the angel,” he adds and moves in closer.
So, close his breath tickles my skin, so close my nipples tighten painfully from the effect of him.
He turns his smile up a notch and I almost believe he knows the effect he has on me.
In fact, I think he does. he knows. There’s no way he doesn’t know.
Not with that magnetic force of attraction so strong it’s stifling.
He takes the edge of my chin and lifts it, his fingers gracing my skin, reminding me of last night when he touched me.
“Tonight, I want more than a taste Angel. I want to fuck you hard. So hard you never will never forget me,” he clarifies, and his dirty words sends a shiver of delight through me that makes me crave him.
His words make me want him to take me exactly the way he wants and do whatever he wants to me. Shame fills me at the realization that money aside I’d be the same way. I’d want this.
I don’t know how I can want this, even if it’s what I signed up for. I don’t know him. We’ve barely met, and everything about this man tells me I should be wary. So, I shouldn’t allow myself to drop my guard and let emotion in.
This job is supposed to be something I do. Not something I crave.
“Is that okay?” he asks. Those large brown eyes look in on me again and I know he knows I want him. This man is not the type to ask a question he doesn’t already know the answer to.
“Yes…” I answer and darkness flashes in his eyes.
A wicked, devilish smile lights up his face and his gaze rakes boldly over my body.
“Then take your clothes off for me,” he says.
I slide the strap of my dress down my shoulder. It doesn’t take much for the rest of the dress to fall away from me.
It drifts down me exposing my nakedness. I’m not wearing anything underneath. Not even a thong like last night. With the exception of my shoes, I’m completely naked. Naked and aroused for him.
He reaches out to touch my breasts and my nipples tighten to diamond hard peaks at the touch of his fingers, much to his satisfaction.
He massages my breasts, filling his palms and bends his head down to suck the left nipple.
It feels good, really good, and I want to touch him too. Instinct makes me want to run my fingers through his hair, the way I would if this was real and encourage him to suck.
He moves to my other breasts, takes the nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard, so hard the wetness that’s gathered in my pussy starts leaking down my thighs.
He runs his hands down my waist and smooths his fingers down to my mound to stroke over the smooth skin. When he pushes his fingers inside of me and feels how wet I am for him he stops sucking right away and flicks his eyes up to meet mine.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet for me, Angel,” he observes, pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and licks off my arousal.
The sight of him tasting my juices makes me swallow hard to stop myself from drooling.
“You like when I suck your tits?” he asks tweaking my nipples. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I reply quickly.
The smile comes back to his face, lifting his lips into a sensual arch of sexiness.
He returns to his wild assault on my breasts, sucking hard like before. This time though he drives his fingers into my pussy and starts a furious pump into my passage, gliding over the sensitive nub of my clit.
He starts finger fucking me and I moan. Mindless moans of ecstasy hum from deep within and I reach for him, grabbing on to his shoulders to keep from falling over.
The contact of hard muscle beneath my fingers snaps me out of the fog that’s covered my mind and I pull away quickly.
He stops sucking once again and glances up at me.
“Doll, you touch me however you want. I want you to,” he says, and the instant I return my hand to his shoulder this feels dangerously real to me.
It definitely does when he picks me up and carries me inside the bedroom. The suite is like an apartment with the bedroom separate from the living room area and balcony. It’s beautiful and alluring like the fantasy of him.
He sets me down on the bed and slips off my shoes. When he straightens my eyes drop to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.
He sees me looking and my breath stills when he undoes his belt.
“I want to fuck you bareback. I’m clean, are you?” he asks, and I think past the sexual fog that’s clouded my brain.
“Yes.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“I am,” I reply, and he gives me a cat got the canary grin of satisfaction like I just gave him an all access pass to my body.
He takes his shirt off first revealing a well-muscled body that outdoes what my mind conjured up a hundredfold. Japanese characters for earth, fire, and water line the left side of his abs enhancing the deep ridge of muscle. I expected him to be inked. It suits his personality.
He strips down to his boxers and I wait eagerly to see his cock.
One push with his thick fingers on the waistband of his Calvin Kline’s has me swallowing hard when the head of his thick cock pushes forward first and the rest spring’s free rivalling any fantasy I could have conjured in my mind.
As he kicks off his boxers, I look over his long powerful legs which have more Japanese characters inked on them. The length and thickness of his cock has me distracted though because the longer I look the more I want him, the more I crave him inside me.
He climbs on to the bed and reaches for me lowering his head to me so we can kiss. All this time, and all the things we’ve done so far, we’ve never kissed.
He pauses and searches my eyes. We stare at each other for a few moments and its’ like this could be earlier when I was in the crystal ball watching him.
He reaches for my face and guides me to his lips. When my lips touch his passion is all I feel rippling through me.
We kiss and I smooth my hands up the hard wall of his chest. He holds my face and deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth ruthlessly. When his tongue tangles with mine, and I forget everything. I forget it all, everything bad that’s happened to steal my life away.
I don’t know this man, but somehow, I know he genuinely wants me. The knowledge feels like truth and I allow emotion in.
My fingers run through his hair and he holds me even closer. I moan into his mouth and he pushes his cock into my belly. That’s when things change and he pulls away, grabbing me with rough hands.
“Get on your hands and knees. Now,” he demands and as he moves, I notice the bead of precum seeping out of his cock.
I do as he says, settling down on to my hands and knees. He gets behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him. He grabs my hip with one hand the with the other he takes his cock and lines it up with the entrance of my pussy.
I snap my gaze around when he runs the head of his cock over my pussy lips. The pleasure of just that makes me moan. He pushes into my entrance and when he slams in hard, I cry out and grab on to the sheets.
There is nothing slow about him as he starts to move inside me. He said he wanted a hard fuck and that’s what he’s giving me. Christian grabs my hips, drives into me and fucks me fast and hard until stars speckle my vision.
I come within moments. I wasn’t far away from orgasm as it was from the pleasure he previously gave me, but when as I came, I found myself allowing my inner desire to unleash. Everything I bottled up for the last four years came out in waves and the more I cry out in pleasure, the more he gives me.
“I’m going to fuck you harder doll,” he promises and true to his word he does exactly what he says he’ll do.
Oh. My. God…I feel amazing, unreal, ravished, consumed, claimed.
Our bodies slap together and the sound of us makes me come again.
Fuck, my head feels light and I can’t catch my breath, my breasts bounce against my chest and wild erotic need spirals through my being along with liquid fire.
He growls and when his cock pulses inside me I know he’s at the height of pleasure too.
Seconds later hot cum blasts into me, filling me up.
It warms my whole body and I savor it. Savor the feel of his cock moving against my walls as they wrap around his length and I savor the feel of him inside me.
He holds me in place while our breathing calms and as reality trickles back into my mind I remember.
I remember my situation and I realize what I just did.
It doesn’t matter how real just now felt, or that I enjoyed it, or even that I feel Christian Giordano gave me something I needed.
I allowed this man to fuck me for ten grand.
I actually did it. I’ve been paid to have sex with him, and I did it.
He pulls out of me and I wonder what now? I’m so ashamed of myself I can’t move. I can’t face him and have him look at me like I’m nothing. Something to fuck and toss aside when he’s done.
He’s had his fun with me, and this is it.
Christian gets off the bed and I settle down on to my elbows. When he goes into the Ensuite bathroom I try to gather my strength and get off the bed, but he returns with tissues and starts cleaning me off, shocking me.
“Meet me by the bar tomorrow after your performance,” he says, and my eyes widen.
“What?” I ask.
“I want you again. I don’t have time tonight. Duty calls. You will meet me by the bar tomorrow night. Go to Louise first for instructions on what I want. You understand?”
“Yes. You want to see me again?” I ask biting the inside of my lip and he gives me a curious stare.
“Clearly… now get dressed and go home. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
I slide off the bed, doing what he says. His eyes follow me right through the door and I swear, even though it’s impossible, I can feel his eyes on me as I travel home. The effect of him lingering in my body.
As I walk into my little apartment, I think.
I sit on the edge of my bed and I think.
Tonight, was intense. I never expected it.
Last night this man left my head spinning, tonight he set my body on fire with need for him.
What will happen tomorrow?
It hasn’t escaped me that tomorrow will be night three of him and I’ve just started.
What will happen when he stops booking me?
How will I feel then?