Nothing but a slut

“Let…let go, Christian,” Shania murmured when the man pulled her into his lap. His hand snaked around her waist, trapping her completely.

“Stop this…you're breaking my heart,” Christian whispered and cupped her face. Shania's eyelashes flickered a little, his words brought a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. His warmth and scent invaded her nostrils, causing her to feel calm.

“What do you want from me… Chris…” Shania muttered when the man pressed her down. Their noses were touching and their mouths an inch from each other. The background music had changed, but Shania could feel all the eyes on her and Christian.

“Come with me,” Christian said, getting her down and holding her hand tightly, he led her secretly away from the noisy club shouting her name. Without knowing, Emily had followed them.

“Chris…” Shania gasped when Christian threw her on the bed before he started stripping off his clothes.

“This…ends here,” he said breathlessly and tossed his coat on the floor. His black shirt followed.

“My knife…my rules,” Shania said and sat upright. She tugged at her hair before shoving it to her sides.

“Getting naked for me,” his voice came out hoarse and fruity. Shania felt her back hair raise when the man tugged at his jeans and pulled them down halfway. A sinister smirk crept on his face, which Shania knew too well.

“I'm… I'm not going to allow you to have your way,” she said breathlessly and rose from the bed and prepared to run when Christian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.

“My little butterfly, have you forgotten,” he started as he slipped his hand behind her neck, and it traveled up her head.

“How… I hate it when…you get naked for other men,” he said while tugging at the strings of her mask. Shania's eyes closed as she felt her mask slipping down until it fell off. Her eyelashes flickered up and met his piercing gaze.

“I'm not yours…at least accept that,” Shania spat out and attempted to leave his hold, but Christian tightened his grip even more. Looking at him, he had a serious expression.

“I thought we decided to be together…what changed?” He asked softly and ran his thumb over her lips, which parted a little, he glanced up and damn, Shania's knees weakened.

“I…” she started, but the man slipped his thumb in her mouth. His gaze held nothing but last. So naughty that Shania's mind was crowded with dirty, forbidden thoughts.

“Talk pet…why are you…nervous,” Christian whispered and slowly moved his free hand to her waist and pressed hard that Shania whimpered. She forgot she was wearing sexy lingerie.

“Ace…”

“Baby,” Christian murmured and removed his thumb from her mouth and caressed her cheeks. “You don't trust me? He asked, tilting her head a little. She didn't reply but lowered her gaze.

"You are mine…just mine,” Christian muttered and kissed her neck, having his hot mouth biting and sucking on her drove Shania crazy. Before she knew it, she found herself on the bed with a naked Christian on top of her.

“Every second, every minute…you are mine,” he kissed her on the belly. Shania could only grab the sheets and arched her hips violently.

“Ah,” she cried when the man yanked the little panty she was wearing, leaving her exposed.

“Beautiful,” the man mumbled, she didn't have to look up to know he was admiring her nakedness. And when I felt his hand on her pussy.

“Taste me,” she whispered breathlessly and spread her legs a little. She wanted to fight the insane feeling building up. But she failed. The man had his tactic.

“Ace…ah…now,” he was torturing her, but Christian took his time ravishing her body. That was when he cupped her pussy. Her juices were already dripping down. She was too sensitive that Christian played with her pussy lips,

“Relax sweetheart…let me take care of you,” he murmured assuredly, seeing how restless she had become. Because she was half sitting, supported by her elbows. Her legs were spread.

It didn't take a while when she came all over his hand, gasping without even touching her, Shania collapsed on the bed, hating every minute she had to beg Christian to touch her. Christian smirked and knew she was craving him. But he had to show her what she meant to him.

“You mean the world to me… I'm not marrying any other woman…but you,” he said and inserted two fingers into her. Her juices made it easy for him to slide in. Shania welcomed him as she parted her legs even more. When he thrust in, she rocked her hips following his pace.

“I… I don't care…spoil me tonight,” she gasped, followed by a loud cry when the man increased his pace and added another finger. A week of not having sex with Christian made her feel so honey. The night was young, she was down for anything. As long as she was satisfied.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Emily, who just saw Shania and Christian making out, was still shocked as she slowly walked back to the club.

“Ha!” She exclaimed in awe. It was too good to be true. “So you turned out to be a real slut huh…poor Shania,” she said disdainfully and played with her phone. She wanted something to use to destroy Shania and well.

“With this video… I can show the world that you are, nothing but a slut” she said, stopping in her tracks and knowing she hit a jackpot. The famous stripper who men loved. The one woman hated was Shania.

“Exposing you will be the sweetest thing,” she added, and her expression darkened even more. Without wasting time. Emily stormed away from there before anyone saw her.

When morning approached, Shania was still snuggling in Christian's arms. Not at the club, but Christian had to stop himself, so he could take her to his villa.

“Hmm,” the woman moaned when Christian shifted, it was a beautiful day. Christian smiled helplessly and waited for his woman to wake up. She was a heavy sleeper, especially if he tortured her the whole night.