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"Come on woman! Spread those legs wider and stop wasting my time" Milo Kai Anton, known as Lord viggo, he ordered with a stern voice, amber green eyes glaring darkly at the woman trapped underneath him, who looked exhausted after the second time of sex in a row in just one night. And he was demanding more. She breathed uncomfortably beneath him, as she had lost all her energy in the first two rounds. However, the man on top of her seems to be just starting.  With anger plastered over his face due to the delay caused by the woman,  he bent over, and with a hand around her neck and the other between her tights, he pushed the legs apart. Leaning closer and bringing her so that their bodies are touching enough, he thrust in one last time, not looking at the face of the woman underneath him, who was in tears. None of it concerns him. She was going to be a forgotten piece of garbage after now.

"You were excited when we started this. So what happened now? You can even stand three rounds?". When he noticed the woman was not responding to his touch nor to the question he asked, he looked down at her, to see the eyes of the blonde close, with her face, soaking in tears. With immediate effect, he rolled off her and laid on the side of the bed next to her. 

As if a heavy load had been lifted off her, she heaved a sigh of relief and flushed her eyes open, looking up at the white ceiling above her.

"I'm going to be choosing my girls by myself.  Damien, Damien does not seem to have a good taste in women. Just look at the log of wood he got me this time". He lamented to himself while struggling to clean himself, the woman next to him opened her mouth to say something, however, shut it up before the furious man next to her could descend upon her.

She has lived a few days in that cage where he keeps his sex slaves and with what she has witnessed, she knows that he wouldn't bat an eye in passing a bullet through her skull if she acted stupidly.  She doesn't even understand why she is still alive now, because the man she knows would have killed her with just his bare hands back then when she was reluctant to spread her legs. 

Talking about sex maniacs, the man right next to her was more than that. You could wonder if he does that for a living or maybe sex was his daily bread. Just that night, the blond was the third woman he took in his private chamber, a place classified for pounding his women at. Oh no, not his women but fuck partners. The cold-hearted billionaire, also a gangster who is top in his city when it comes to money and fame, does not call a woman his own. He just uses them to satisfy the pleasures of his body.

However, if he finds you interesting enough, he is going to keep you, to make sure he does not run out of women when he needs one. Most especially at night.  Even though he could get one just any time he wanted. Still, to save him the stress, he had a good number of them in his home, just waiting for his orders.

He picked up a small book from his bedside cupboard and scrambled a few notes on it, turning on his side, he extended his hand over to the woman beside him.

"First, you're going to clean those puppy dog eyes of yours,"  he said with a stern but deadly voice, leaning against the bedpost.  She nodded, using her shaky hands, she brought the duvet closer to her eyes. 

"You're not going to use my duvet to clean your eyes, are you?". He raised his eyes at the woman, who froze midway at the sound of his voice. She hurriedly dropped the duvet back down and used the back of her hand to clean the tears off her face.

"Take the duvet completely off your body?". He commanded and the woman gave him a questioning look when with her mouth slightly agape.  It was more than freezing outside and giving the fact that she was naked. Is this man just being mean or is he trying to torment her for her previous actions? However, she took the white floral duvet off her body and she was now completely naked under his view. 

Nothing he had not seen before, but the woman looked as though she was going to freeze to death, which was none of his business. 

"Good. Take this check, pick up your clothes, and get lost". With a void face, he ordered and pushed the duvet off himself as well. He slid his leg into the brown slippers that had been waiting on the thick white rug on top of the brown wood floor. Having done that, he stood up to make his way to the bathroom when his eyes caught sight of the blond still sitting on his bed. "You can dressed outside. Just get lost. I need to shower and have some rest". He said in a bored tone with hands around his waist, watching the woman pick her clothes up in a hurry as though she was late for an important meeting.  

When the door slammed shut behind him, he brought one hand to his temple and massaged it.  Damien has a lot of explaining to do as to where he got this piece from. The woman barely knows anything. 

'What a waste of my $1000'. He suddenly regrets the whopping sum of money he just gave away. 

Brrring! Brrring!.

Just when he was about to go into the bathroom, his phone rang. He stared at it on the table in front of him for a moment, before deciding to pick it up. He clicked on the answer button and put the phone on the loudspeaker as he listened to it.

"Boss!". He rolled his eyes as soon as he heard the voice on the other side. "No need for formalities. Just hit the nail on the head Damien". He strode over to his bed which was not far from the table and sat on it, waiting for Damien to tell him why he had to call this late at night. 

He and the others were supposed to return the next morning, with what he asked them to get for him and it's not even up to the next day and the idiot is already calling him.

"There is a problem Boss". He froze on his seat with hands gripping tight on the edges of the bed. There was supposed to be no problem. 

He wanted just the gold and not some sort of problem. Looks like that young man wants his entire lineage and that small kingdom he claims to rule, to get wiped off with just orders from him.

Some people don't seem to understand how life functions. It is very simple, yet they try to make it difficult. 

With one swift move, he grabbed the phone on the table with clenched jaws and veins popping out of his hand. "Does it need me to come over?". He questioned without bordering on knowing what the problem was. The mood which he was in now, he could wipe out that entire kingdom if he had to, to get what he want

"It's nothing we can not handle. However, I'd like to know if you would like us to bring the girl over". Relief flushed over him when he heard the first part, but he paused when he heard his last sentence. 

"Bring the girl over?". He murmured to himself with his hand still fixed on the phone in front of him. "What girl Damien?".

He asked in a high-pitched tone as he listened to the voice on the other side of the phone attentively. 

Damien looked at Hal with a questioning glare, wondering if he should tell his boss the truth or not.

"What are you staring at, tell him already".

"The man likes women and I'm pretty sure he is not going to deny this one".

The men chitchat around and Damien decides to let it out.

"Well, Lord Viggo, the man said, you are going to get the gold only on one condition.  That is if you married his niece".

Viggo suppresses the laugh that he was about to let out.  He is going to get the gold, if only he married the man's niece. 

How funny.  He is 28, well made, he has the money and power and could get just anything he wants. However, getting married has never been a thing on his list, and even if he wanted to get married, not to some kingdom girl.

"Well, I think the man does not know exactly who he is playing around with. Give me the address and maps of where you guys are. I will be there by sunrise".

He hung up on the call and dialed another number. "Hey,  Rufus, prepare the helicopter, we'll be leaving in half an hour". Before the old man could say any other thing, he hung up and headed straight to the bathroom.

" It is either the gold or the entire kingdom burned down". He muttered to himself.