Page 24 of Riot

“Of course you do.”

She giggled but I could tell she was tense. She loved how cocky I could be but hated how I never chased.

“Meet me at the suite,” I said, already unlocking my phone to book it. “Key’ll be at the desk.”

“And if I’m late?”

I let my voice drop.

“If you ain’t already naked on the bed when I walk in, I’ll punish you. Real simple.”

“Yes, sir,” she responded.

Two hours later, I walked into the suite.

Lights dimmed. Cold air humming. And there she was.

Naked.

On all fours at the foot of the bed like she was trying to prove her worth without words.

I didn’t say anything. Just unbuckled my belt, pulled my dick out, and let her go to work.

She crawled to me, slow and needy. Took me in her mouth like it was a gift, choking on it, loving it, eyes watery and wild. Her moans vibrated around my shaft, her hands clutching my thighs like she needed something to hold onto before I blew her whole world apart.

When I came, I grabbed the back of her head, held her still, and watched her swallow like I was the most delicious desert she’d ever tasted.

Then I pulled my pants back up.

“That’s enough,” I said. “You can go.”

She looked up at me, lips swollen, mascara running. “Seriously?”

“I got what I needed.”

She grunted under her breath, grabbed her dress from the floor, and threw it on without looking at me. Didn’t even zip it—just stormed out the suite barefoot and furious.

The door slammed.

I didn’t flinch.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, rolling my neck, letting the silence settle.

It didn’t hit like it used to.

Women like Shari used to be my escape. Now they felt like distractions. I was bored. Restless.

I needed a challenge.

And I already knew who that challenge was.

The Virgin.

She wasn’t mine.

But she would be.

Later that night, I collapsed into bed. I didn’t bother pulling the sheets up or checking my phone. Didn’t think about Shari, the messages I ignored, or the stack of reports waiting on my desk. The city buzzed faintly outside the windows, but I shut it all out. I let the silence press down on me like a straitjacket. Heavy. Suffocating. Still.

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