That Pretty Wife

Kyle groaned in the backseat of his chauffeured limo, Victoria on her knees in front of him, expertly sucking his hard cock.

"Fuck Vic," he moaned, gripping her hair as they cruised up the street on Saturday night.

Victoria giggled around his dick and kept sucking, slurping on his thick rod until he tensed and held her head down, his mother-in-law soon feeling his molten seed bursting in her mouth.

Victoria hummed softly as she slurped it all down, feeling Kyle's dick soften in her mouth before she pulled back and tucked it back into his trousers.

"Absolutely delicious..." she admired, licking her lips clean before she settled back in her seat across from him.

Kyle grinned and leaned back, watching the starry sky through the sun roof.

"You think any hung studs will be at the casino tonight?" Victoria asked, checking her makeup.

He laughed. "Probably. Besides even if they aren't, it's not like you won't get fucked by several guys tonight."

She smiled. "You better believe it. Even if it's just you, I'm getting railed until I can't walk."

Kyle gave a hearty laugh as the car pulled up to The Diamond Palace, owned by Kyle himself. The driver stepped out and opened the door, Victoria and Kyle making their way in to a bustling night, several hundred patrons moving about at the various tables and slot machines as scantly men and women brought around food and drinks.

Among the main attractions to Diamond Palace was the various rooms in the upper and lower levels, each room catering to a different form of sexual deviancy. Hell, those brought more revenue than than the tables.

Kyle greeted some of the guests and made his way through the crowd, picking a cigar from a tray and making his way upstairs.

He found one of his wives Melanie in one of the rooms, on her hands and knees as a large and hung black man sawed his massive cock in and out of her ass, Melanie's eyes rolled back as she drooled stupidly.

Kyle chuckled and made his way to his office where his first wife Emily was waiting on her phone, dressed in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. She looked up as he entered.

"How's the party going?" she asked, her eyes flicking over his casual attire.

"It's just getting started," he said, taking a seat behind his desk and lighting the cigar. "But I've got more important business to attend to. Did you set up the poker game?"

Emily nodded. "Vlad and his crew are already waiting for you in the VIP suite."

"Excellent," Kyle said, standing up. He kissed her deeply, his hand squeezing her ass. "Keep an eye on things here. I might need you to take care of some... matters later."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Whatever you need, darling."

As they walked through the casino floor, Kyle's presence was like a magnet, drawing the eyes of both men and women. His 6'8 frame and bulging muscles were a stark contrast to the average Joe, and his confidence was palpable.

In the VIP suite, the tension was thick as the air was filled with cigar smoke and the clinking of ice in glasses. Vlad looked up as Kyle entered, his expression a mix of irritation and greed.

"Ah, Kyle," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. "You're just in time. The stakes are high tonight. Been a lucrative few months for me."

Kyle took his seat and nodded to the other players at the table. He knew the type -- wealthy, powerful, and desperate to win. He could smell the adrenaline on them like a shark senses blood.

"Evening, gentlemen," Kyle said, his voice deep and smoother than the whiskey in his hand.

Vlad's eyes narrowed. "Let's not waste any more time. I'm feeling lucky."

The poker game began with the usual banter, the sound of cards shuffling and chips clacking. The air was thick with the scent of desire and competition as the men at the table eyed one another, sizing each other up like predators. The VIP suite was dimly lit, the walls adorned with velvet and gold trim, giving it an opulent yet decadent atmosphere.

The card table was the centerpiece, surrounded by plush leather chairs and a collection of beautiful women who moved around the room, their breasts spilling out of their skimpy outfits as they served drinks and whispered sweet nothings into the ears of the players. Each woman was a masterpiece of sexual temptation, their eyes sparkling with the promise of illicit delights should the men wish to indulge in a break from the game.

"You're going down, Nikitin," Kyle said with a smirk as he tossed his cards onto the table. The men around them chuckled, the sound mixing with the groans and sighs from the couples and groups engaged in various stages of foreplay in the background.

Vlad took a swig of his vodka, his eyes never leaving Kyle's. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his Russian accent thick. "I've got the best hand in town."

The bets grew larger, the stakes rising with each round. The tension was palpable as the cards were dealt, each man's hand a declaration of their confidence and wealth. The women grew bolder, caressing the men's shoulders and whispering seductively as they offered refills. Kyle's gaze remained fixed on the cards, his mind calculating the odds, the room's ambiance only serving to heighten his senses.

"Your move, Kyle," said one of the players, breaking the silence.

Kyle took a long drag of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him like a serpent. "I'll see your bet, and raise you another million," he said, his voice as calm as a summer's breeze. The other men at the table tensed, the air thickening with anticipation.

Vlad's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "A million? You're getting reckless, Kyle," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Or I'm just that good," Kyle replied with a smug smile.

The Russian mob boss leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Fine," he said, slapping a stack of chips onto the table. "But remember, what goes around, comes around."

The game continued, the banter and bravado growing with each hand. Kyle could feel the power shift in his favor as he read the tells of his opponents, their eyes flickering to the side, their fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. He knew he had them, and the thrill of victory was almost as potent as the promise of the prize that awaited him.

"You're going to need something more than money to beat me, Kyle," Vladimir taunted, his words slurred slightly from the alcohol.

Kyle's eyes never left his cards. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and challenging.

"I'll tell you what," he said, laying down his cards face up on the table. "If I win this next hand, you give me your porn company."

The room went silent, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace and the occasional sigh from the pleasure seekers in the shadows. Kyle looked up, his eyes meeting Vladimir's. "And if I win?"

The Russian's smile grew wider, revealing a gold tooth. "If you win, you can have..."

"How about that pretty wife of your's?" Kyle said with a smile.

Vlad's expression darkened. "Zoey is not for this kind of bet."

"Come on, Vlad," Kyle goaded. "You're so confident, aren't you? What could be better than a night with the woman who's been the envy of every man here?"

The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of testosterone and desire. The other players leaned in, eager to see how this unfolded.

"Fine," spat out Vladimir, his hand shaking slightly as he slapped down his cards. "One night with her. But only if I can't cover my losses."

"Agreed," Kyle said, laying down his own hand with a flourish.

The other players at the table leaned in, their eyes flickering with a mix of shock and excitement as they took in the stakes. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as the dealer revealed the flop, the river, and finally the turn.

"You're bluffing," Vladimir said, his voice tight.

"Am I?" Kyle replied, raising an eyebrow.

The Russian's jaw clenched as he studied his own cards, the sweat on his brow glistening in the soft light of the VIP suite. The air was electric, charged with the anticipation of what could happen next.

"Call," he finally said, pushing his chips forward with a shaky hand.

Kyle revealed his hand, a royal flush. The room erupted in a mix of gasps and murmurs as the reality of the situation sank in.

Vlad's face paled as he realized he'd lost. "You son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath.

"Luck of the draw, my friend," Kyle said, his smile never wavering as he collected the pot.

The game had been a battle of wits and wills, each man trying to outplay the other. But in the end, it was Kyle's superior skill that had won the day. The room grew quiet again as the players processed what had just happened.

Vlad's expression was a mix of anger and disbelief as he downed the rest of his drink. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "You win. One night with Zoey."

The other men at the table exchanged glances, knowing that this was a deal that could change everything. The stakes were higher than any of them had ever played for before.

"I'll need to speak with her," Kyle said, his voice firm. "Make sure she understands what's expected."

Vlad nodded, his mind racing. "I'll handle it," he said, standing up unsteadily. "But remember, she's a lady. Treat her with respect."

Kyle's eyes gleamed. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll treat her like the queen she is."

The men around the table watched as Vladimir left the suite, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The game continued, but the energy had shifted, the air now charged with the scent of something more primal than money or power -- the scent of sex and desire.

******

The plush carpet muffled the heavy steps of Vladimir Nikitin as he made his way to the penthouse suite, his mind reeling with the weight of his loss. He had never felt so defeated, so utterly humiliated in his life. His hand tightened around the door handle, the gold plating cold and unforgiving under his grip.

"Zoey," he called out, his voice echoing in the vastness of the suite. "We need to talk."

The sound of high heels clacking against the marble floor grew closer until she appeared in the doorway, her beautiful blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. "What is it, Vladimir?" she snapped, her arms folded across her ample chest.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the storm he knew was coming. "I lost in poker," he began, his words slurred slightly. "And... I had to bet something... something important."

Her eyes widened in fury. "What did you bet, Vladimir?"

He paused for a moment before finally saying it. "I bet... I bet you."

The room seemed to still, the air thick with her anger. Her cheeks flushed, and her voluptuous 34G breasts heaved with each furious breath she took. "You what?" she screeched, advancing on him with a ferocity that belied her petite frame.

"I had no choice," he said, his voice desperate. "It was the only thing left."

"You had no choice?!" she echoed, her voice rising. "You had no right!"

Her fist connected with his jaw, the crack echoing through the suite. He staggered back, his eyes watering in pain. "It's just for one night," he mumbled.

"You're pathetic," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust. "How could you do this to me?"

He tried to grab her, to explain, but she dodged his grasp, her curly blonde hair flying around her as she turned away from him. "Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Why didn't you just say no?"

"You don't understand, Zoey," he said, his voice desperate. "It's Kyle Anderson. He's got a fucking royal flush, baby. What was I supposed to do?"

"You could have folded, you could have done something!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage and betrayal.

Vladimir stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out, trying to calm her. "Listen to me, Zoey, please. You have to do this for me."

"Do what for you?!" she snarled, spinning around to face him. "You lost a poker game and now you expect me to be some kind of... some kind of... whore?!"

He took a step back, his face reddening with guilt and anger. "That's not what I meant!" he roared. "But you know what happens if I don't pay up!"

Her eyes searched his, the fury in them slowly giving way to understanding and resignation. He knew all too well the consequences of crossing a man like Kyle Anderson -- a man with deep pockets and even deeper connections.

"Fine," she whispered, her voice shaking. "

Vlad sighed in relief, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you, baby," he murmured, reaching for her.

But she stepped back, her hand up. "Don't touch me," she said coldly. "Not until I know what I'm agreeing to."

Vlad swallowed hard, his throat dry. "You know who Kyle Anderson is, right?"

Zoey rolled her eyes. "The pornstar?" she said, her voice filled with contempt. "The one with the monster cock?"

Vlad nodded. "Exactly. He's not just a pornstar, Zoey. He's a powerful man. If I don't give him what he won, he could ruin me."

Her eyes searched his, looking for a way out. But she knew there was none. "What does he want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Everything," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "But only for one night."

"And what happens after that?" she demanded, her voice growing stronger.

Vlad looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know," he said. "But I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

"Protect me?" she scoffed. "You couldn't even keep me out of this mess."

He took a step towards her, his hand outstretched. "I'm sorry, Zoey. I didn't mean for this to happen. But we're in it now."

For a moment, she just stood there, her body trembling with anger and fear. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "One night," she said. "But if he so much as lays a hand on me after that, I'll cut his dick off and feed it to him."

Vlad winced at the thought. "Understood," he murmured.

The tension in the room was thick as they both knew the gravity of what was happening. Zoey's heart raced as she thought about the coming night -- about being with a man she didn't know, about being used like a piece of meat.

But she was a Nikitin, and she knew how the game was played.

"When?" she asked, her voice cold and hard.

Vlad's eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. "Now," he said. "The game's over. He'll be expecting you."

Zoey's stomach churned as she nodded. "Alright," she said, her voice steady. "Take me to him."

Vlad led her through the casino, Zoey attracting many glances in her tight and low cut black dress, accentuating her mouthwatering curves. She made her way to the executive suite, the lights and sounds of debauchery and excess fading into the background as they made their way to the elevator. She felt like she was walking to her doom, her body a prize to be claimed by the victor.

When they arrived at the suite, Kyle was waiting, his tall frame lounging in a chair by the window, his eyes locked on the door.

"Zoey," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "So good of you to join me."

Vladimir stepped aside, his face a mask of defeat. "I'll leave you two to it," he said, his voice barely audible.

Zoey glared at him before turning to face her new... owner? Lover? Whatever he was.

"You'd better make it worth my while," she spat.

He grinned and chuckled lightly, directing his assistant Craig to lead Vlad to a connecting room.

"What's the meaning of this?" Vlad asked, Craig having grabbed his arm.

"Well Vlad," Kyle laughed, "it wouldn't mean as much for me to claim my win if you don't experience it. I mean unless you'd rather watch."

Vlad's jaw tightened as he glared at Kyle, his hand hovering over the knob to the connecting door. "You're a fucking animal," he sneered.

"Oh, I assure you," Kyle said, his voice a low purr, "the night will be very enjoyable. Not much for you but, you know."

Zoey's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew her husband had no say in this now. It was her turn to play the game. Vlad was led to the next room, Craig locking the door from the outside before he made his way out to the hall.

"Fine," she said, her voice icy. "But remember, this is just for one night."

Kyle nodded, his grin never wavering.

"Let's make this civil," he offered, gesturing to the bar. "Would you care for a drink, Zoey?"

Her eyes narrowed, but she followed him into the suite, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. He mixed a vodka martini, strong and cold, just how he knew she liked it.

"Here," he said, handing it to her. "To an... interesting evening."

She took the glass with trembling hands, her eyes never leaving his. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice cold.

He leaned against the bar, his muscular arms flexing. "Whatever I want," he said, his tone teasing. "But I'm not a monster, Zoey. You're under no obligation to do anything you don't want to."

She took a sip, the alcohol burning a trail down her throat. "That's not what the bet was," she said, her voice low.

"True," he conceded. "But I find that the best experiences are the ones given freely."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the large room. "And let's be honest, the thought of me fucking you is what brought you here, isn't it?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she took another sip of her drink. "You're disgusting," she murmured.

He chuckled. "Or maybe you're just not used to a man who knows what he wants and takes it. Maybe you're bored of Vladimir's... inadequacies."

Her eyes shot to his, the fire in them unmistakable. "What makes you think you can satisfy me?" she challenged.

He smirked. "I've got a reputation, baby," he said, his eyes traveling down her body. "And it's not just for my poker skills."

Her breath hitched as she felt the heat from his body, the scent of his cologne making her knees weak.

"You've seen my movies, haven't you?" he asked, his voice a whisper. "You know what I can do."

Zoey took a step back, her chest heaving. "This isn't a movie," she said, her voice shaking.

"No," he agreed. "This is real life. And in real life, I make the rules."

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the neckline of her dress. "But don't worry," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You're going to enjoy every second of it."

The room grew hot as their eyes locked, the air charged with an intensity that neither of them could ignore.

"But remember," he said, his hand dropping to his side. "This is your choice. If you don't want this, you can leave right now."

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his. "And if I do?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

His smile grew. "As I said, this was primarily to teach your husband a lesson. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't thrilled to have you here."

The tension grew as they stood there, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of the clock.

Finally, she set her glass down and took a step towards him, her hand reaching up to touch his chest. "I'm here, aren't I?" she said, "Maybe I want to teach him a lesson too."

His eyes lit up, and he took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. "Let's see if you can handle a real man," he murmured.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving nothing but the anticipation of what was to come.

"Take off your dress," Kyle instructed, his voice firm yet filled with a seductive edge.

Zoey hesitated for a moment, then with a huff of resignation, she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. It whispered down her spine, revealing her lacy lingerie and the flawless curve of her ass.

"Good girl," Kyle murmured, his eyes raking over her body.

He stepped closer, his hand sliding around her waist to cup one of her massive breasts. She gasped at his touch, feeling his thumb rub the sensitive nipple through the fabric.

"You're so beautiful, Zoey," he said, his voice thick with desire. "And all mine for the night."

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, his height making her feel deliciously small. "What do you want to do with me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "Everything," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "But we'll start slow."

He kissed her neck, his other hand reaching down to unhook her bra. It fell away, her breasts spilling into his waiting hands. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs flicking her nipples until they were stiff peaks.

"Kyle," she moaned, her body responding despite her anger.

He stepped back and took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving with every breath.

"Take off your panties," he said, his voice a command.

With trembling hands, she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. He took her by the hand and led her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Lie down," he said, his voice a low growl.

She did as she was told, her heart pounding as she watched him remove his own clothing. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making her gasp.

"You like what you see?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"You know I do," she replied, her eyes locked on his impressive length.

He climbed onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip. He hovered over her, his cock brushing against her stomach.

"Open your mouth," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

Without a word, she did as he asked. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her lips, watching as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the head.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hand in her hair as she took more of him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he pulled back, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Not yet," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "First, I want to taste you."

With that, he slid down her body, his mouth finding her pussy. She was already wet, the scent of her arousal filling the air. He licked her slowly, savoring the sweetness of her juices.

"Oh God," she moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets as Kyle's tongue delved deeper into her folds. He lapped at her clit, his expert touch driving her wild with desire.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "You must have wanted this for a long time."

"Fuck you," she breathed, but the fire in her eyes told a different story. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her throbbing pussy.

He chuckled, his tongue circling her clit before delving into her wetness. "Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty face," he said, his voice muffled by her sex.

Zoey could feel the orgasm building, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Kyle," she panted. "I'm going to cum."

"Not yet," he said, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "I want to make this last."

Zoey whimpered, her body trembling with need. "Please," she begged.

Kyle chuckled and kissed her inner thigh. "Since you asked so nicely," he murmured before plunging his tongue deep into her pussy.

Her legs shook as he licked and sucked, his teeth grazing her folds. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm threatening to shatter her.

"Kyle," she moaned, her voice a plea.

He looked up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You taste so good," he said. "But I've got something even better in mind."

With a wicked smile, he slid his fingers into her wetness, curling them to hit just the right spot. She gasped as he pumped them in and out, his tongue still teasing her clit.

"You're going to come for me," he said, his voice firm. "You're going to scream my name."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let go of the last of her anger and fear. All that was left was pure, unbridled lust.

"Yes," she whispered, her body arching off the bed. "Yes, Kyle. Yes."

He increased the tempo, his fingers moving faster and deeper. She could feel her walls clenching around them, her orgasm cresting like a wave.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a purr. "Cum for me, baby."

With a cry that echoed through the suite, she did just that. Her body spasmed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As she came down, panting and trembling, he slid up her body, his cock nudging at her entrance.

"Are you ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Zoey nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "But first," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I want to taste you again."

Kyle's smile grew wider. "If that's what you want," he said, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. "But remember, I can last a long time."

Her eyes sparkled with determination as she rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She leaned down, her curly blonde hair brushing against his stomach as she took his cock into her mouth once again. This time, she took her time, her lips moving in a mesmerizing rhythm as she worked his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the veins before sliding down to tease his balls.

"Mm," she hummed, her mouth full of his cock. "You taste so good."

Kyle groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're a natural, Zoey," he said, his voice strained. "Keep it up."

Her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking him as her mouth worked its magic. She took him deep, her throat constricting around his length as she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed, and she looked up at him with a fiery gaze, her eyes watering slightly from the effort.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hands gripping the bedsheets. "Just like that."

He could feel himself getting close, his body tense with the need to release. But he fought it, his mind racing with the knowledge that he could hold off for hours if he wanted to. Zoey was a delicious distraction, her moans and the way she took him in making it harder and harder to resist.

"You're going to make me cum," he warned her. "But I'm not ready yet."

Her eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't stop, her mouth moving faster and faster. She could feel his cock pulse in her mouth, the taste of his precum making her want more.

"You can't resist me," she murmured, her voice muffled by his cock.

"Oh, I can," he said, his voice a low growl. "But I won't."

He reached down, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her away. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning.

"Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "I want to fuck you first."

Zoey's breath hitched as she nodded, her chest heaving. She watched as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom, rolling it over his length with practiced ease.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. "Ready?" he asked.

"More than ready," she replied, her voice shaking with anticipation.

With a single, powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation, her pussy tight around his cock. He began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm.

"You're so tight," he said, his voice strained. "So fucking perfect."

Her nails dug into his back as he pushed deeper, her body moving with his. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"More," Zoey moaned, her voice a mix of passion and spite, her eyes fluttering shut as Kyle's thick cock filled her to the brim. "Fuck me harder, Kyle."

"You like that?" he growled, his strokes becoming more punishing, his pelvis slamming against her with the force of a sledgehammer. "You like being my little prize?"

"Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into his back. "I've never felt so alive."

Their bodies moved in a symphony of lust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the suite. Kyle leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep as he claimed her.

"Harder," she begged, her voice muffled by their kiss. "I want to feel you everywhere."

He broke away, panting, his eyes glinting with a dark need. "You want it all, don't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her hips rising to meet his. "I want it all."

With a grin, he flipped her over, her curvy body displayed like a feast before him. "How about a taste of this sweet ass?"

Zoey's eyes went wide, but she didn't protest. Instead, she pushed back, her pussy juices glistening on her thighs.

"Vlad can't give me this," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Only you can, Kyle."

He chuckled, his hands gripping her hips. He slammed into her, her screams of pleasure piercing the air. She was tight, so tight, and he could feel her pussy clenching around him like a velvet fist.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Spread open for me like a whore."

Her only response was a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as he began to pound her harder.

"Tell him," she gasped. "Tell him how good it feels."

Kyle leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You want me to tell him?"

"Yes," she panted. "Make him listen."

With a smirk, Kyle got loud. "Vlad," he called out, his voice carrying through the walls. "You're missing a good show."

In the next room, Vladimir's ears burned with every moan and groan that escaped from the suite. He could imagine the scene all too well -- his beautiful wife, spread out on the bed like a feast for the taking, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as Kyle claimed her in every way possible. It was a torment he hadn't anticipated, but somehow, it fueled his own twisted desires.

"You're so fucking good at this," Kyle grunted, his large hand smacking her plump ass, leaving a red handprint on her alabaster skin. Zoey pushed back into him, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She licked her lips, her cheek flushed with arousal.

"Is that what you want to hear?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That I'm loving every second of it?"

"You better," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Because your husband is listening."

Zoey's eyes glinted with spite. "Vlad?" she called out, her voice echoing through the suite. "Can you hear me? Your wife is getting fucked by the man you couldn't beat at poker. And she's loving every inch of it."

Kyle's grip on her hips tightened as he drove into her, his teeth clenched. "Keep talking," he whispered. "Keep making him suffer."

Her cries grew louder, filling the room as Kyle switched positions, now lying on his back with Zoey straddling him. She bounced up and down, her massive breasts jiggling with every impact.

"Your wife is a slut," she moaned, her voice filled with spite. "Look at me, Kyle. Look at how much I want this."

Kyle's eyes never left hers, his hand moving to her throat, his grip firm but not painful. "You're mine," he said, his voice low and intense. "For one night, you're all mine."

"Yes," she panted, her eyes locked on his. "I'm yours."

Her body moved in time with his, the sound of their flesh slapping together a symphony of lust. He sat up, her pussy still impaled on his cock, and reached around to squeeze her tits, his thumbs flicking her hard nipples.

"You're going to cum again," he murmured. "And I'm going to watch it happen."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pinched her nipples, her hips moving faster and faster. "Kyle," she moaned. "Kyle, I'm going to cum."

"Say it," he demanded. "Say you're going to cum for me."

"I'm going to cum for you," she whispered, her voice filled with passionate need.

With a final, powerful thrust, she did just that, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged.

But Kyle wasn't done with her yet. He flipped her onto her back and spread her legs, his cock still rock hard.

"I'm not done with you, Zoey," he said, his voice a promise. "Not by a long shot."

Without warning, he slammed into her ass, her eyes widening with the sudden intrusion.

"Oh God," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. "It's so... big."

"You can take it," he said, his voice strained. "You're going to take it all."

Her eyes watered as he filled her completely, stretching her to the limits.

"Vlad," she called out, her voice strained. "I'm taking it all. He's so deep in my ass right now."

The sound of her voice, filled with pleasure and spite, nearly pushed Kyle over the edge. He began to fuck her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air, his cock plunging in and out of her tight hole.

"Look at me," he said, his voice a command.

Zoey's eyes snapped open, and she stared into the mirror, watching Kyle's reflection as he pounded into her ass. The sight was too much for her, and she came again, her body shaking violently.

"Fuck me, Kyle," she screamed, her voice carrying through the walls. "Harder, deeper!"

He grinned, his grip on her hips tightening as he complied. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and spite. "I love it."

The room was a whirlwind of sensations -- the feeling of Kyle's cock filling her up, the sound of their bodies slapping together, and the knowledge that her husband could hear every second of it.

"Vlad," she called out, her voice taunting. "Are you listening?"

In the next room, Vladimir's fists clenched as he listened to the sounds of his wife's pleasure. He could hear every moan, every slap, and every gasp. It was torture, but there was nothing he could do.

Kyle didn't hold back, switching between her pussy and her ass, stretching her to the limit. "How does that feel, Zoey?" he groaned. "How does it feel to be fucked like this?"

"It's... it's amazing," she whimpered, her body a playground for his desires. "I've never felt so... so full."

He chuckled, his cock still buried in her tight hole. "You're mine tonight," he said, his voice deep and possessive. "And I'm going to make sure you remember it."

Zoey could feel her anger mixing with the pleasure, a heady cocktail that made her want to scream. She leaned back, arching her back as Kyle pounded into her.

"Harder," she begged. "I want to feel you deeper."

He obliged, his strokes becoming more brutal. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his teeth clenched. "To be used like a whore?"

"Yes," she hissed, her voice filled with spite. "Use me, Kyle. Use me like the slut I am."

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, and Kyle lost any semblance of control. He switched to her pussy, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that made her eyes water.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're loving every second of this."

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes glazed over. "I've never been fucked like this before."

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. "And you're going to love this," he said, his voice a promise.

With one hand, he pumped his cock, the head swollen and red. With the other, he slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint. "Beg for it," he demanded.

"Please," she moaned, her voice desperate. "Fuck me, Kyle. Fuck me hard."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He slammed back into her, her body taking every inch of him.

"Fuck," she screamed, her nails digging into the bedsheets. "It's so good."

He leaned down, his cock still moving in and out of her. "Is that what you want?" he growled, his teeth grazing her ear. "To be fucked until you can't walk?"

"Yes," she panted. "Please, don't stop."

He switched to her tits, his cock sliding between them. "How about a nice titfuck?" he asked, his voice a taunt.

"Oh God," she gasped as he pushed himself between her massive breasts. "Yes, yes."

He began to thrust, the sound of her skin slapping against him filling the room. "Look at me," he ordered. "Look at how much your husband's nemesis is enjoying this."

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared into the mirror, watching as he fucked her tits like they were a pair of tight pussies.

"Vlad," she called out, her voice filled with spite. "Look what you gave away."

In the next room, Vladimir's ears burned with every sound of pleasure that escaped from the suite. He could picture Kyle's massive cock plunging into Zoey's tight pussy and ass, her moans of ecstasy a stark contrast to the anger she had directed at him earlier.

"You like that?" Kyle asked, his voice thick with lust. "You like being my little toy?"

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes glazed over with desire. "I love it."

He chuckled, his cock still buried deep in her cleavage. "It's so fucking good" he said, his voice a mix of amazement and pleasure. "I can't believe how much your husband gave up for this."

"Fuck you," Zoey panted, her voice filled with spite. "You think you're so much better than him?"

"Better?" Kyle smirked. "I'm in a different league, baby."

He pulled out of her tits and stood up, his cock still rock hard. "On your knees," he said, his voice commanding.

Zoey hesitated for a moment before complying, her eyes never leaving his. She knew this was all about power and dominance, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.

"Suck me off," he said, his voice a low growl. "And make it good."

Her mouth watered as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his thick head. He tasted salty and musky, a flavor she hadn't experienced in far too long. She took him deep, her throat stretching around his girth.

"That's it," he moaned, his hands tangling in her curly blonde hair. "Take it all, slut."

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, her eyes watering. She could feel his cock throb in her mouth, his pre-cum leaking onto her tongue.

"Look up," he ordered.

Her eyes met his in the mirror, and she could see the fire burning in them.

"You like sucking my cock?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, nodding.

"Say it," he demanded, Zoey pulling her mouth from his dick.

"I love sucking your cock," she whimpered.

He grunted in approval, his hips rocking back and forth as he face-fucked her. "And I love watching you take it," he said, his voice a mix of arousal and dominance. He pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath, her eyes watering.

"Now, tell me, Zoey," he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "How does it feel to be claimed by the man who your husband can't even dream of competing with?"

Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her as she felt his power over her. "It feels... amazing," she admitted, her voice thick with desire.

Kyle's smirk grew as he watched her in the mirror, her lips swollen and red from his cock. "That's right," he murmured, his hand sliding down to her throat. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her eyes never leaving his. "I am."

He pulled her up, turning her around so she was on all fours on the bed. "Now, let's see how much you can really take."

With one hand, he spread her ass cheeks apart, his other hand guiding his cock to her tight hole. "Ready?"

"Do it," she breathed, her voice shaking with anticipation.

He pushed in slowly, watching as she took him inch by inch. Her moans grew louder as he filled her up, her body quivering with every thrust.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "I can't believe how much I want to claim you."

"You can't," she gasped, her voice strained. "You can't have all of me."

He chuckled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Oh, but I can, Zoey," he said, his voice low and filled with dark promise. "And I will."

He leaned down, his hand reaching around to squeeze her clit as he fucked her ass. "You're going to cum again," he murmured. "And this time, it's going to be even better."

Her body tensed as she felt the orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his fingers. "Oh God," she moaned. "Kyle, I'm going to cum."

He increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. "Do it," he whispered. "Cum for me."

With a scream that echoed through the suite, she did just that, her body convulsing around him. He watched in the mirror as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent cry.

"Fuck," he muttered, his own orgasm building. "You're so goddamn perfect."

He pulled out, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. "Turn around," he said, his voice strained. "I want to see your face when I cum."

Zoey obeyed, her body trembling with exhaustion. She watched as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on hers.

"Suck me," he ordered. "Finish me off."

Her mouth watered as she took him in, her mouth moving up and down his shaft. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements.

"You're going to swallow," he said, his voice a command. "Every. Last. Drop."

Her eyes widened as he came, his hot cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his.

"Good girl," he murmured, his grip on her hair loosening.

They lay there, panting, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. The silence stretched between them, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing.

"Is it over?" she asked, her voice small.

He rolled over, his body pressing hers into the mattress. "Not even close," he said, his eyes gleaming. "We're just getting started."

The next few hours were a blur of sensation. Kyle took her in every position he could think of, his cock never leaving her body for long. He licked her pussy, his tongue delving into her ass, savoring every part of her.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice deep with desire. "Mine to use."

"Yes," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm yours."

Their bodies moved in sync, their moans and grunts of pleasure a symphony of desire. He fucked her until she couldn't take it anymore, her orgasms coming one after the other, a never-ending cascade of pleasure.

And through it all, she knew that every sound she made, every gasp and moan, was being heard by her husband in the next room. It was a twisted thrill, a dark game of power and desire that she never knew she craved.

"Spread your legs wider," Kyle ordered, his voice thick with lust. She obeyed, feeling the cool air of the suite brush against her soaking pussy. "I want to see everything."

With a wicked grin, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his thumb sliding through her slickness. "You're going to be a mess by the time I'm done with you."

"Please," she begged, her voice a whimper. "Don't hold back."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He slammed into her, his cock stretching her pussy to the limits. "Fuck," she screamed, her nails digging into his back. "It's so good."

He pulled out and slammed back in, the force making her breasts bounce. "Is this what you needed?" he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "To be used like a fuck doll?"

"Yes," she panted, her eyes glazed over. "Please, use me."

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue slid against hers, tasting the desperation in her mouth. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips. "All mine."

Her legs shook as he picked up the pace, his hips moving like a piston. She could feel the pressure building again, her body begging for release. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, her voice a plea.

"Do it," he said, his voice a command. "Cum for me."

And with that, she did. Her body convulsed around his cock, her pussy clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum. "On your knees," he said, his voice low. "I want to watch you take it in the ass again."

Without hesitation, she turned around, her ass in the air. He slapped her cheeks, the sound echoing through the room.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice harsh.

"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck my ass, Kyle. Make me scream."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed into her ass, her tight hole stretching around his thick shaft. "You're so good," he groaned. "So fucking good."

Her moans grew louder as he fucked her, his hands on her hips guiding her every move. "Fuck," she screamed. "I can't take it."

He reached around, his hand finding her clit. "You can," he said, his voice a promise. "You're going to take it all."

With every thrust, she grew closer to the edge. "Cum," he growled. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

Her body tensed, her muscles tightening. "Oh God," she moaned. "I'm going to cum."

He watched in the mirror as she came again, her body shaking. "Fuck," he murmured, his own orgasm approaching. "You're so perfect."

He pulled out, his cock still hard.

"You liked that?" he taunted, watching her in the mirror. "You want more?"

"Yes," she panted, her voice a mix of anger and lust. "More."

He chuckled, his cock still slick with her cum. "Greedy little slut," he said, his voice a purr.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was as much about power as it was about passion. His tongue slid against hers, his hands roaming her body as they explored every inch of each other.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I want it," she moaned, her voice desperate. "I need it."

He pushed her back onto the bed, his cock sliding back into her pussy without a moment's hesitation. "This is just the beginning," he murmured, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

Her nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he picked up the pace. "Harder," she begged. "Please, Kyle. Fuck me harder."

He complied, his cock slamming into her with every thrust. She could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy clenching around him.

"That's it," he groaned. "Take it all."

Their bodies moved in a dance of lust and desire, the only sound in the room their mingled gasps and moans. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit as he fucked her deeper.

"You're going to scream," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Scream my name."

Her eyes widened as she felt the pressure building, his thumb moving in circles, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her.

"I'm going to cum," she panted. "I'm going to cum so hard."

"Do it," he said, his voice strained with his own need. "Cum for me."

Her body tensed, and with a scream that could have shattered glass, she did. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

"That's it," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "Scream for me."

He didn't let up, his hips moving faster and faster. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock swelling even more inside her.

"You're going to make me cum," he said, his voice strained. "You're going to make me fill you up."

Her eyes widened as she felt him get even bigger, his cock pulsing. "Oh God," she whimpered, her voice shaking. "I'm going to cum again."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her nipple as he sucked. "Do it," he murmured. "Cum all over my cock."

Her body responded to his command, her pussy clamping down on him as she came again, her juices flowing.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum. "Look at how wet you are," he said, his voice filled with awe.

Her cheeks flushed as she watched him in the mirror, his hand stroking his cock. "It's all for you," she whispered.

"I know," he said, his voice a low growl. "And now, I'm going to fill you up."

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock poised to invade her once more. "Ready?"

"Yes," she panted. "Please."

With one powerful thrust, he pushed back into her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy. She cried out, her body arching off the bed.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

"More," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need more."

He complied, his cock slamming into her with a force that made the bed shake. He took her tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her.

"You like that?" he asked, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "You like when I fuck you hard?"

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Please, don't stop."

He didn't. He fucked her like he owned her, his cock reaching places she never knew existed. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every thrust.

"I'm going to cum," he grunted. "You want it?"

"Yes," she moaned, her pussy clenching around him. "I want it all."

With a roar, he let go, his cum spurting into her in hot, thick ropes. She could feel him fill her, his seed claiming her as his own. The silence was broken only by the sound of their harsh breathing.

"How could he do this to me?" she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"It's his loss," Kyle murmured, kissing her neck as his cock began to soften. "You're too much woman for him."

"How can I do this?" Zoey asked, her voice trembling. "How can I face him?"

"You don't have to," Kyle said, his hand sliding down to her pussy. "Not if you don't want to."

"But he's my husband," she protested, her hips moving slightly.

"And I'm the man who made you scream," he said, his voice a low purr.

"It's not the same," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a gentle kiss. "I know," he said, his voice soothing. "But for now, just focus on us."

Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it softly. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice a mix of anger and need.

"Everything," he murmured against her lips. "I want everything you have to give."

Their kiss grew deeper, their tongues tangling. He could feel himself harden again, his desire for her never waning.

"Take me again," she said, her voice a plea. "Make me forget."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He rolled her over, his cock sliding into her wetness.

"Fuck," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "It feels so good."

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, sensuous rhythm. "Look at me," he murmured.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. "I hate you," she whispered.

"No," he said, his voice firm. "You don't."

"I do," she insisted, her nails digging into his back. "But I want you."

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that spoke of ownership and desire. "You're mine," he murmured. "For tonight."

"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes glazing over with lust. "Yes."

Kyle chuckled, his cock still buried in her pussy. "Is that what you want?"

"More," she begged, her voice desperate. "I need it."

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum. "Turn around," he ordered. "I want to see that pretty little ass."

With trembling hands, she did as he said, her cheeks flushing with excitement and nerves. He spread her cheeks apart, his thumb circling her tight hole.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please fuck my ass."

He leaned down, his tongue sliding over her rosebud. She gasped, her body shivering. "So fucking tight," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

"Do it," she panted. "I dare you."

With a smirk, he slid his cock into her ass, watching her face contort in a mix of pleasure and pain. She screamed, the sound music to his ears.

"You like that?" he taunted, his voice carrying to the next room. "You like being used like this?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice strained. "More."

He began to fuck her ass in earnest, his cock sliding in and out with ease. "Look at yourself," he said, his hand reaching around to rub her clit. "You're loving every second."

"Fuck," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "It feels so wrong."

"But it feels so good," he murmured, his teeth grazing her ear.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared into the mirror, watching as he claimed her. "Vlad," she called out, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. "Do you hear us?"

In the other room, Vladimir's fists clenched, his anger and despair reaching a boiling point. He could hear every grunt and moan, every slap of skin on skin.

"You're mine," Kyle growled, his hand tightening on her hip. "Mine to fuck."

"Yours," she agreed, her voice shaking with every thrust.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing her neck in a bruising kiss. "Say it," he murmured against her skin. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice lost in pleasure. "Yours to fuck."

"That's right," he said, his hips moving faster. "You're mine to use."

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around his cock. She screamed his name, the sound echoing through the suite.

With a roar, he emptied himself into her ass, shooting hot thick rockets of jizz deep into her, his dick going soft as he pulled out. Zoey collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, cum oozing from her ravaged asshole.

Kyle chuckled darkly, standing up and stretching. He looked at his watch, noticing it was midnight. "Looks like my time with you is up," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"What now?" Zoey whispered, her voice shaking with fear and excitement. She watched as Kyle pulled on his boxers and grabbed his shirt, his muscles rippling with every movement.

"Now," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief, "I go release your husband." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "And you, my dear, are going to take a nice long shower. I want you clean and fresh for when he sees you."

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. "What will you tell him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"The truth," Kyle said, his voice cold. "That you were a good little whore and did everything I told you. Though he already knows"

Zoey swallowed hard, unable to look away from the smug satisfaction on his face. She nodded, her legs still shaking.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek. "Now, off you go."

He gave her a gentle push towards the bathroom, his eyes never leaving her naked form. She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the hours of intense pleasure. She couldn't believe she was actually going to leave the suite like this, her body used and abused by a man who had paid for the right to do whatever he wanted with her.

As she stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. She had taken everything Kyle had given her and more, and she had enjoyed it. Despite the anger and betrayal she felt towards her husband, she knew she would never forget this night.

The sound of the door opening made her jump, her heart racing as she waited for Kyle to return with her husband. She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself, her body still singing from the abuse it had just endured.

When the water finally turned off, she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. She took a deep breath and opened the door, ready to face whatever was waiting for her.

To her surprise, it was only Kyle, a smug smile on his face. "He's waiting for you," he said, his eyes raking over her body. "But I wanted to give you one last thing before you go."

Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her chin. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"A parting gift," he said, his voice a low growl.

Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a mix of cum and sweat. It should have disgusted her, but instead, it only made her wetter.

"You're going to miss me," he murmured against her lips.

"Never," she said, her voice filled with spite.

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. "We'll see about that."

He led her out of the bedroom, her heart racing. She had no idea what to expect when she saw Vladimir, but she knew it wouldn't be pretty.

"Vlad," she said, her voice shaking as she faced her husband.

He looked at her with a mix of anger and despair. "How could you?" he spat.

"How could you bet me?" she countered, her chin held high.

Kyle stepped forward, his hand on her shoulder. "It's over," he said, his voice firm. "Time for you to go home."

Vlad's eyes narrowed. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"The bet's been paid," Kyle said, his voice cold. "Your wife was mine for the night."

"You're disgusting," Vladimir spat, his eyes on Zoey's trembling form. "Both of you."

Kyle just chuckled, his hand sliding down to her waist. "I'd say we both got what we wanted," he said, his voice a low purr. "You just didn't have the stomach to win."

"This isn't over," Vladimir said, his fists clenching.

"Oh, it is," Kyle said, his grip tightening. "You lost fair and square."

Zoey stepped away from Kyle, her eyes meeting her husband's. "You had no right to do this," she said, her voice shaking.

"I had every right," Vladimir snarled. "You're my property."

"Is that what you think?" Kyle asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Because she didn't feel like property to me."

"You're just a whore," Vladimir said, his eyes cold.

"Maybe," Zoey said, her voice steady. "But I'm not the one who sold his wife to settle a debt."

The room grew tense, the air thick with anger and betrayal. Kyle stepped closer to Vladimir, his hand resting casually on Zoey's shoulder. "I think it's time you leave," he said, his voice a warning.

"Fine," Vladimir said, his eyes never leaving Zoey. "But this isn't over."

"It is for me," Kyle said, his voice final. "I've got what I came for."

With that, he opened the door, ushering Vladimir out. Zoey watched him go, her heart racing.

"I can't believe you did this," she said, her voice a whisper.

"It's what you wanted," Kyle said, his eyes on hers.

"Did I?" she asked, her voice filled with doubt.

He stepped closer, his hand sliding under her chin. "You enjoyed it," he murmured. "I could feel it."

Her cheeks flushed with shame. "It's not about that," she said.

"Then what is it about?" he asked, his thumb brushing her bottom lip.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But I can't just go back to normal."

He leaned in, his breath warm on her face. "Who said anything about normal?" he whispered.

Their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable. "What are you saying?" she breathed.

"I'm saying," he said, his voice low, "that if you ever want to feel like that again, you know where to find me."

Her heart raced at the offer, the implications of what he was saying making her wet. "What about the deal?" she asked.

"Fuck the deal," he murmured. "This is between us now."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of a bluff. "What happens now?"

"Now," Kyle said, his voice a gentle command, "you get dressed."

With trembling hands, she pulled on her dress, the fabric feeling strange against her over-sensitive skin. She could still feel Kyle's touch, his dominance a brand on her soul.

"I'll walk you out," he said, his hand on the small of her back.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice tight with unshed tears.

In the hallway, she turned to face him. "I'm not going back to him," she said.

His eyes searched hers. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she said, her voice firm. "But I'm also not sure about what comes next."

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. "You don't have to decide now," he murmured. "But if you ever need me, I'll be here."

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed together. For the first time that night, she felt something other than anger and lust. It was a strange, heady mix of fear and excitement, a thrill that went straight to her core.

"Thank you," she whispered against his lips.

"Don't thank me yet," he said, his voice a low growl. "You haven't seen what I can really do."

Her eyes searched his, a flicker of curiosity lighting up her gaze. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, "that was just a taste. A little preview of what I can give you."

"What if I don't want more?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

He chuckled darkly. "You do," he said, his voice a promise. "You just don't know it yet."

He stepped back, giving her space. "Get dressed," he ordered.

Her heart racing, she slipped into her dress, her body still singing from the hours of abuse it had endured. She couldn't believe she was actually considering leaving with Kyle, but something about the way he looked at her made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in years.

"Ready?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said, her voice shaking as she took his hand.

He led down the corridor and she stepped into the elevator, the silence between them charged with tension. She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her soul.

"You be safe, Zoey," he said.

"I will," she murmured, her eyes meeting his.

"And if you ever need anything," he said, his thumb tracing her lower lip, "you know who to call."

"I do," she whispered, the words sticking in her throat.

The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped out, her legs still wobbly from the intense night of passion. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she walked down the hallway to the suite's exit.

"Remember what we shared," he called after her, his voice echoing in the empty space.

"How could I forget?" she responded over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips.

The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the warmth of the suite. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her decision settle in her chest.

"I'll never forget," she murmured to herself, her heart racing.

The walk back to her room was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the events of the night. Every step sent a jolt of pain through her ass, a reminder of Kyle's brutal possession. But with each twinge, she felt a thrill of pleasure, her body betraying her own mind.

"You liked it," she murmured, her hand unconsciously sliding down to her sex.

"More than I should have," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with shame.

When she arrived to the room, it was was quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock. She slipped off her heels, the click-clack of them on the marble floor seemingly deafening.

"Vlad?" she called out softly, her voice trembling.

There was no answer, and she felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know what she would say to him, didn't know if she could face his anger and her own guilt.

"Vlad?" she called again, her voice a little louder.

This time, she heard movement from their bedroom. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the confrontation she knew was coming.

As she pushed open the door, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot and his face haggard.

"How could you?" he rasped, his voice raw with emotion.

"How could you?" she threw back at him, her anger flaring. "How could you gamble me away like that?"

He stood, his fists clenched. "You're my wife!" he roared. "You're mine!"

"Am I?" she asked, her voice cold. "Because tonight, I belonged to someone else."

He took a step towards her, his hand raising. She braced herself, expecting a blow, but it never came. Instead, he slammed his fist into the wall, the plaster cracking. "You're a whore," he spat, the anger in his voice thick and palpable.

"Maybe I am," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her legs. "But you're the one who put a price on me."

"You liked it," he sneered. "I could see it in your eyes. You liked being his little slut."

"Maybe I did," she said, her voice rising. "Maybe I liked being with someone who knew what they were doing."

He lunged at her, his hand wrapping around her throat. "You bitch," he growled.

Her eyes widened as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at his wrists. "Vlad," she choked out. "Please."

"You liked it," he spat, his grip tightening. "Admit it."

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by anger and humiliation, Zoey brought her knee up, connecting with his groin. He howled, dropping to the floor as she stepped back. "How could you?" she screamed, her voice filled with rage. "How could you do this to me?"

He writhed on the ground, clutching his balls. "You're mine," he gasped. "You can't just give yourself to someone else."

"You didn't think twice about betting me away," she said, her voice cold. "So why should I care what you think?"

Vlad's eyes narrowed, his breathing ragged. "You're my wife," he growled. "You're supposed to obey me."

"Obey?" she spat. "You couldn't even satisfy me."

"You liked it," he said again, his voice strained. "I saw the way you looked at him."

Her hand shot out, connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap. "Don't you dare," she said, her voice shaking. "What happened was your doing. I'm not the one who's weak."

He stared up at her, his face contorted with pain and anger. "You're a whore," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

"And you're a pathetic excuse for a man," she said, her voice hard. "Now get out of my sight."

With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet, stumbling out of the bedroom. She could hear him slam the door to the suite, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

For a moment, she just stood there, her hand still tingling from the slap. Then, she turned and walked into the bathroom, her eyes meeting her own in the mirror.

"What have I done?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

But even as she said the words, she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. Kyle had brought something out in her that she had never known existed.

The next day, Zoey woke up to find herself in the bedroom of her suite.

"What happens now?" she murmured to herself, her hand sliding over the sheets that still held the warmth of her body.

The days turned into weeks, and life went on. She attended parties and dinners with Vladimir, playing the part of the devoted wife. But every time she felt his hand on her, she couldn't help but think of Kyle's touch.

In the quiet moments, she found herself reliving their night together, her body responding to the memories. She had tried to push them aside, to focus on the life she had built with Vladimir. But it was no use.

Kyle had claimed her, in a way that her husband never had. And every time she looked in the mirror, she saw the wanton desire in her own eyes.

The story faded out as they returned to their lives, the tension between them palpable. But no matter how much they tried to ignore it, the memory of that night remained, a dark secret that neither could escape.

Vladimir went about his business, his pride bruised but his ego unbroken. He had his wife back, and that was all that mattered.

But Zoey couldn't forget the feeling of being owned by someone else, of being used and enjoyed without reservation. It haunted her dreams, a tantalizing taste of a world she had only just begun to explore.

And in the back of her mind, she knew that one day, she would find herself back in that suite, looking for the man who had made her feel so alive.