MONICA.
Freezing in front of the client is something that Andy would consider a disgrace. In that regard, I have a clear track record.
Until now.
I’m completely petrified on the man’s lap. I can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my ass, and it feels… good. I don’t know why the hell it feels good, because right now I should be disgusted. But I’m not.
In fact, I can feel my pussy getting wet.
This hasn’t happened before. Not with any client, not with any man I’ve dated. Sure, I can chalk this up to the fact that I haven’t had sex in a very long time due to not being in a relationship, but this is just bizarre.
What is this man doing to me?
“Sir,” I manage to croak. My face heats up just feeling how big and girthy he is under there. “Sir, I need to—”
He cups my chin and makes me look at him. The rest of my words peter out into a gasp when I see his face up close.
He’s… handsome. Too handsome, in a way. Almost painfully angelic. His lips are well-shaped, his nose straight, and his hair as black as the shadows in the room, wavy with some locks hanging on his forehead. His deep-set eyes are gray, so pale that they almost lose their color in the lights. His gaze is surprisingly soft, like he can recognize how fragile I am right now and he knows he shouldn’t break me.
But the smirk on his lips tells a different story.
His teeth are perfect, like a celebrity’s, but his incisors are pointed. Maybe even sharp. It makes him look devious, as though he’s thinking of devouring me whole.
“’Sir’,” he quotes me, his voice deep and smooth with just a bit of grit that makes it reverberate through his chest. “Are you going to call me that for the rest of the night?”
I don’t know what to say. My breath is pushed out of my lungs and my heart is beating so fast I can’t even feel it anymore. He squeezes my waist, letting his hands trail down to my bare ass and kneading it. I feel his cock jumping right under me.
Fuck. Why am I thinking of bending over and letting him fuck me? Just because he’s handsome?
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the haze that semes to be hanging in the air around him. At last, I find my voice again.
“I was told that I’m here to dance for you,” I whisper. I don’t sound like my normal confident flirty self around clients. I sound like a scared little virgin. “I should… I should start doing that.”
I start to get up, but the man pulls me back down on him.
“I’m done watching you dance. I’m here to feel you.”
Roughness marks his movements now. My body slams right onto him, but now with my back turned to him. I can’t see his face. I try to get up again but he places his hand around my neck and forces me to stay.
Blood rushes in my ears. There’s a panic button in this room for emergencies, but the man doesn’t give me any chance to even try to spot it.
He parts my legs with his knees, forcing me to arch my back against his chest to find balance. His other hand finds its way to my tits. To my utter shock, he starts to take off the tassels and play with my nipples.
Pleasure darts through my body. His fingers are warm, surprisingly gentle, moving in circles around my nipples just the way I like.
I can feel his cock throbbing against me, and for some reason, my pussy just gushes. I can feel it soaking through my thong.
My eyes flutter close. I can’t believe that I’m letting a client touch me like this, and my body is responding to it by getting wetter than ever.
“Sir,” I pant, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to beg him to stop or keep doing what he wants to do.
He laughs against my ear, and the sensation travels all the way down to my groin.
A moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. His between my thighs, playing with the waistband of my thong. “You’re making me want to fuck you right here. But I can’t do that yet, can I?”
It’s a challenge, the way he said that. He twirls the string of my thong around his finger, and to my utter shock, he snaps it like it’s nothing. My thong slides down to the floor, leaving me bare for him to see.
Bare for him to explore.
This time, I squirm.
But I freeze all the same when I feel his fingers tracing my mound.
“I was watching you,” he whispers, letting his fingers travel down further until he reaches the top of my slit. “And I knew I just had to get you in here. Alone. Without all those fuckers watching.”
My gulping is audible. I look down between my thighs and see that my pussy is glistening, ready to be fucked.
Something takes over me and I try to reach down, wanting to rub it myself and reach my peak.
But the man smacks my hand away.
“Don’t cheat now,” he croons, kissing the back of my neck and eliciting a whimper out of me. “I know I can’t fuck you. But there are no rules about making you come for me, right, baby?”
With that, he slips his fingers lower and finds my clit. A gasp bubbles out of my lips. The first contact makes me buck my hips, my entrance getting even wetter at the warmth of his touch. He keeps his other hand firmly on my neck, rubbing my clit in circles until all I can do is throw my head back in pure ecstasy.
I move with him, grinding my hips against his fingers as pleasure starts to build. My muscles tense as he squeezes my neck harder. But I don’t stop him. In fact, I angle my body so he can suck on my nipple. His mouth closes around it, adding another layer of pleasure. His mouth is warm and wet and eager, and I can’t help but think about it on my pussy as he circles my clit faster and faster.
The force of my orgasm hits me like a truck. A scream erupts from my lips. I collapse against him, feeling him let me ride my climax. The haze of it feels like it’s going to stay.
But I’m wrong.
As I drape one arm over his shoulders, watching him lick my juices off his fingers, I notice something strange that even the lights can’t hide.
A stain on his shirt sleeve.
Blood. Fresh blood.
MONICA.Nausea crawls up my throat. My ecstasy screeches into a deadly halt, taking my heart along with it.I leap out of the man’s lap like a scalded animal, rushing towards the door without bothering to cover myself up. The metallic scent of blood somehow stuck to my nose, and every breath is now touched by it.“Hey,” he starts to say, but I got no interest to spare him.Struck with mindless panic, I burst out into the hallway. There’s a bathroom in the corner, and I lock myself in there, hoping against hope that the man won’t follow me here.I press my back against the door, closing my eyes.What the hell was that?Why would he have fresh blood on his sleeve?He was hiding it. It was his shirt that had the blood, and surely he has seen that before he put his jacket on.Was he the one bleeding?Or did he hurt somebody?The worst thought suddenly strikes me.What if he killed someone?A shudder creeps on my body. I wrap my arms around myself. I can’t believe I got myself in this situ
ROMAN.“What the hell are you doing?”August’s voice is the first thing that greets me as I walk through the doors. Don’t get me wrong, August is my friend and he’s usually a pleasant presence, but right now I just want him to leave me alone. Unfortunately for me, he follows me even to my chambers.I exhale sharply. “Come on, Auggie. Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you followed me all the way to my bedroom?”“I only did that because you’ve been gone all day!” he hisses, closing the door behind him. “Do you know what hell I’ve gone through dealing with the Alphas asking where the hell the King is on his thirtieth birthday? I was tempted to put on your armor and pretend you want to joust or something!”A grin etches on my lips. “That would have been fun to see.”“This is serious, Roman.” August’s face turns dark. When he calls me by my name and not my title, I do know that it’s indeed serious. “Every Alpha was angry and they were demanding answers about the north.”Immediately, my
MONICA.“Someone’s looking rough,” is the first thing I hear when I walk into the girls’ longue.Needless to say, it pulls me back down to earth. I look around to see which one of the girls said that, but only one of them is laughing. I roll my eyes. Of course it’s Elvira. No one else will hate me more than this woman does.Actually, I don’t know her real name. In fact, we don’t really know each other at all. We got hired around the same time and that was enough for her to start a rivalry with me. Every time we get out there, it’s always a competition on who gets to earn more. It gets vicious too. I remember her almost smashing a glass on my feet because she was so mad I earned exactly a hundred dollars more.Why’s it been like this? I don’t really know. I don’t think anyone here does. Elvira just hates my guts.She’s ironing her long black hair now, staring at me through the mirror. The other girls are silent, backing away into the corners. They don’t exactly like her, but they’re al
MONICA.“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the man says in his smooth voice. “I can’t help but overhear, but you should really let her go.”My breath hitches in my throat. I expect Manny to tighten his grip on me just to reinforce his dominance, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he lets go of me, turning his gaze to the man. At this point, I don’t know who I should run away from.The man is even more attractive under good light, to the point where it’s almost unfair. He’s wearing a dark gray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his heavily tattooed arm. The fabric clung to his torso nicely, emphasizing every angle. His hair is slicked back this time, his face clear for me to see. His eyes are unbelievably gray from this angle, the prominence of his black pupils making him look like a wolf.I draw in a breath when he looks at me. It’s a mere glance but it’s almost like he can see through me.“Prince charming comes to save the day, huh?” Manny chuckles. “Gotta admit, didn’t expect you to be the typ
MONICA.The darkness has spread around my vision, making it look like everything is being swallowed in black smoke. I shake my head, both as an answer to Elvira and an attempt to get rid of the haze.“No?” Elvira mocks, her heels clacking on the tiled floor as she saunters towards me. “You think it’s a request?”“I think you should leave me alone.” My lips barely move. “Please. Just go.”Her laughter echoes on the walls. “Don’t be stupid, Red. We both know that that man should have been mine. I saw him first when he came here. Andy told me to entertain him, but for some reason, you ended up alone with him in that private room.”My hands tighten against the sides of the sink. I look at her through her reflection on the mirror. Her almond eyes are scorching with anger, even with that pretty little smile on her face.“Andy told me that he asked for me specifically,” I try to explain, closing my eyes momentarily to drown the drumming pain in my temples. “I didn’t take him from you. I didn’
ROMAN.One day, twelve hours, sixteen minutes, and 5 seconds.This much time, and Monica still hasn’t called me.“The Alphas should be here in a moment, my King,” August assures me, arranging the chairs around the wide mahogany table in the war room. It’s carved with the landscape of Terra Lycaon, and all I can stare at is the lighthouse at the edge of the cliff, where the portal to the Human world is. “I made sure to send them all reminders hours before the designated time.”“Hmm,” I can only say, jumping to my feet full of unease and pacing the floor.I should have just asked for her number. I should have just asked her for one more round in the private room. I don’t know, maybe I should have invited her back to my apartment in the Human world and just taken her here whether she liked it or not.Now I have to endure a meeting with the Alphas while wrestling with thoughts about her.“Is everything alright?” August peers at me. “I know it’s taking them a while, but I’m sure they’d be
ROMAN. Anger rises out of me, and I lose grip of it completely, letting it escape me. Before I knew it, I’m already rushing towards Hyden, grabbing his neck and slamming him against the wall. Because of his condition, I’ve never hurt him before. Even though he never failed to drive me up the wall with his antics, I made sure never to lay a hand on him because he’s still my brother. But now, all of that is gone. Every card is on the table. I’m gripping his neck and I’m watching his twisted legs dangling off as I hold him up higher. His face is turning red, and I find myself waiting for it to go purple for speaking threateningly about my mate. “I’m going to kill you, right here, right now,” I growl, tightening my grip. “I should have done this a long time ago.” To my surprise, Hyden sneers. “And be branded with fratricide your whole term? They’re going to eat you alive, Roman. I was only testing if you indeed got yourself tangled with a Human woman, and now I can see that it’s true.
MONICA.Beaming red eyes. No matter how many times I blink, I still see it, like floating lasers in the dark. I don’t know if it’s just my hallucination either, because it seems that I can make out the faintest outline of a face. A smile that’s filled with teeth about three inches long, bunched up against each other, dripping with a dark liquid that I think may be blood….Somehow, through my fear, I manage to take a step back. My high heels snag on something and I nearly walk right into the street just as a cab pulls up. The driver blares his horn, and I find myself crashing back into reality.I look back at the alley. Apart from some takeout boxes being blown by the wind, it’s empty.Did I imagine those eyes? Am I alright?Rubbing my eyes and trying my best to relax, I turn back to the street. The cab is still there like it’s waiting for me. I lock eyes with the driver and he frowns. In a heavy Brooklyn accent, he asks, “Are you going to get in here or what?”“Yes,” I say in a hurr
MONICA.“At least let us come with you to the station.”Both Jackie and Trent have been volunteering to come with me to the police station, but today, I decided to go alone.But I find myself starting to regret that decision as I sit in line, enduring the interested glances from the male officers. I’m just wearing baggy jeans and a loose shirt, with no makeup on. I don’t know why they’re looking.Do they recognize me? Did any of these men become my clients at some point?I wish there’s a woman working here, but sadly, they’re all male. Even the officer I’m staying in line for, who’s supposed to be working on female-centric cases.“Next.”I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’m next. I move over to the officer, who gestures me to sit.“Good morning,” I greet him, subtly reading the name tag on his front pocket.Officer J. Brady. He’s an older man, probably around his forties, with silver hair already popping in his beard.He hands me some papers. “I’m Jonathan Brady. Y
ROMAN.I’m pinned in my spot, unable to move. I don’t think I can even breathe. The onslaught of memories rushing back to me is a lot, perhaps a little bit too much, because for a second I have to pause and gather my self.How and why. These are the words that repeat in my head. More so on the why, because for the life of me, I have no clue why the ever-elusive Cassandra Cain is here bowing to me from the dais.“I’m not going anywhere,” were her last words to me, when she held me in her arms as I cried for the first time in my life since I was a child, back when my father made his decision to go north.It was a lie, of course. Janus and my father has set us up from the very beginning, letting us meet when I was eight and she was five. We were inseparable. Every day, after our lessons, we would meet under the willow tree behind the palace. We would play all day. Eventually, the play became talk. And when we were getting older, past puberty, the talk became touches.My father told me th
ROMAN.One look at Hyden is all it takes for my heart to nearly explode in anger. If it wasn’t for the women flocking around me, I would have bashed his head against the nearest rock and bathed in his blood.“I believe choosing a bride for the Alpha King should take more than one day,” August thankfully points out. “Wouldn’t it be rash to speed this process along, knowing that the woman he chooses will be the next Luna Queen?”Janus pauses in thought, which makes Hyden uneasy. This stunt is clearly his way to exert dominance over me and flush out the Human I’m with. He might have perfected manipulation and chaos, but he clearly didn’t think that other Alphas would find August’s suggestion rational. His face is beet-red right now, as he struggles to think of something to say.“It’s just a meeting, maybe just to see his preference,” Hyden recovers. “After all, our Alpha King has rejected many ladies in the past. We need to know what kind of woman he’s looking for.”“Yes, that’s right,” J
ROMAN.The stuff in the trunk is leaking blood. I can smell it from here. I can’t say it’s necessarily a bad smell, because I did a lot to get here.The car stops purring as I park in front of the portal, a structure made of intertwined branches, vines, and magic. It’s not even visible to anyone who’s not a Werewolf, but it doesn’t really matter around this area, because no one is around.That means I can clean up the mess from my good deed in peace.My fingers are dancing on the steering wheel as I turn off the headlights. The wind billows around me when I get out, opening the truck to get the cleaning materials I got before I started my mission tonight.With gloves pulled tight over my arm, I start to work, dousing the whole trunk with a cleaning solution and sweeping it up with rugs. I light a fire on the ground, tossing my blood-stained clothes and the rags, watching it all vanish into black dust.“To the doctor,” I mutter, smirking as everything burns.All the evidence. All the t
MONICA.“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen any of that.”Roman’s apologies fill the air. I can tell he feels genuinely bad. We’ve been sitting in his car for a while now, still at the venue, because none of us are allowed to leave until the horde of police officers are done with whatever they’re doing.The red and blue lights are flashing on his anguished face. “I don’t know what the hell happened. All I know is that I should have stopped you from seeing it. I know he’s your therapist and you had a good relationship—”“I wouldn’t call it that,” I interject. The first time I spoke since I saw the body. The image would be burned in my mind forever. Roman is looking at me in puzzlement and I add, “We had a good professional relationship until recently. He tried to… mix business with pleasure. If that makes sense.”“Fuck.” His face goes slack. “I’m so fucking sorry, Monica.”“It’s fine.” The laugh that leaves my lips is silent and unhinged. “Obviously it’s not, but… he’s dead now.”“W
MONICA.“Dr. Martin.”My voice is full of fear, as thin as the gossamer curtains billowing in the wind from the open windows. I’m almost sure that if Dr. Martin comes any closer, he would be able to smell it in the air like a cheap perfume.He knew he would find me here… what does that even mean? Does he know about Roman inviting me?As though reading my mind, Dr. Martin answers that question. “I saw you coming in with that sponsor guy and I thought that maybe he hired you to be his date. Are you on the clock right now?”I open my mouth to tell him that that isn’t the case, but a wave of nausea attacks me and I have to clamp my lips together to stop myself from throwing up. Dr. Martin takes advantage of that and walks closer to me, cornering me against the door.I make the mistake of pushing myself inside, finding out that it’s not a bathroom but some sort of a study. He follows me not long after. The lock clicks as he closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me ev
MONICA.Incredulity hits me like a ton of bricks. “Are you serious?”“Pretty much,” Roman says, laughing before reaching for my hand. “Come on. Do you really want me to go there alone? Think about poor old me, Monica.”“But you can go with literally anyone else!”“Anyone isn’t you. You’re the one I want.”There’s command in that tone. It almost sounds like he’s telling a server exactly how he wants his meal, but at the same time, it’s dripping with so much sweetness that none of it matters. One look into his gray eyes and I’m done for.“Okay.” I look down, blushing. “I would love to be your date.”Roman’s grin is nothing short of triumphant. “Well, then. Let me take you home so I know where to pick you up.”We leave the restaurant, still followed by the women’s eyes. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth. Here’s a handsome, rich gentleman, giving me gifts on our first date and taking me out to an amazing restaurant that others only dream of. I almost think that maybe I was a saint i
MONICA.Roman smiles, and once again I’m struck with how beautiful his smile is. Being face to face like this, with me in flats and not in my ten-inch work heels, I feel so much smaller. He has to be at least a foot taller than me.Seeing him outside the club feels like seeing a lion in the wild, even though he’s wearing a white cashmere polo shirt tucked into dark blue slacks. There’s just this powerful air to him that I can’t explain. I’m not the only one affected by it. The women in the waiting room are stealing glances at him. Some of the men are puffing themselves up, like they’re preparing to fight toe to toe with him.But I… I just stand there completely mesmerized.He touches my shoulder casually, and my skin is aflame. Suddenly I’m thrown back to the night of my first livestream, when I found myself thinking of him while I touched myself….“So, yeah.” I clear my throat. “What are you doing here?”“I’m sorry, I’m just shocked.” He lets out a laugh and my knees are putty. “I’m
MONICA.Panic sets in. Who the hell is this subscriber acting like some sort of master?I want to pause the stream and just confront him for saying weird things like that, but the other chats are popping up and drowning the message.“Cum show now!” they’re all demanding, and I have no choice but to give in.I lie back down on my bed, trying hard to focus on the pleasure. But the pulsing in my core has stopped, and all I can think about is that strange message. I’ve had weird subscribers before, sure. But the extent of their weirdness usually just ends with asking really close-up pics of my holes.This one is definitely out there. I heard that some fans can get obsessive, but that has to be built with time, right? I don’t think this is a troll, either. What kind of person throws that money around just to play with a person?I keep rubbing the dildo on my clit, trying to elicit the same arousal as before. Bu it’s just not happening. The chat is going crazy, calling me a tease, so I just