The grand ballroom of the Draven Global Tower glittered like a jewel box under crystal chandeliers and cascading LED lights.
Bucharest’s elite billionaires, politicians, celebrities, and a hidden handful of high-ranking vampires mingled beneath the soaring ceiling.
Champagne flowed from golden fountains, and a live orchestra played sultry jazz that pulsed low in the blood.
Selene stood at Viktor’s side on the raised dais, her black evening gown clinging to every curve like liquid shadow.
The backless design left her spine bare, the fabric dipping dangerously low to reveal the faint silver bite marks Viktor had left on her shoulder earlier that day.
Diamond earrings sparkled at her ears, and the black pearl choker at her throat felt like a claiming collar.
She had never looked or felt more powerful.
Viktor’s hand rested possessively at the small of her back, thumb tracing slow circles over her bare skin.
In his tailored black tuxedo he looked every inch the untouchable billionaire king: dark hair perfectly styled, obsidian eyes scanning the room with predatory calm.
Only Selene could feel the tension in his body, the way his fingers occasionally tightened as if ready to pull her behind him at the first sign of danger.
“Smile, my queen,” he murmured against her ear, lips brushing the shell.
They are all watching you.
Wanting you.
Envying me.
Selene lifted her chin, offering a cool, confident smile to the room.
Inside, her pulse raced.
The training session that morning still echoed in her muscles the way Viktor had fucked her against the stone wall while she tried to hold a blade, the multiple orgasms that had left her soaked and shaking.
Even now, her pussy throbbed with residual ache, and she could feel the faint slickness of his earlier release still inside her, kept in place by the tiny scrap of lace panties she wore beneath the gown.
A sleek, silver-haired man in an expensive suit approached, accompanied by a stunning redhead who eyed Selene with open curiosity.
Mr.
Draven, congratulations on another record-breaking quarter.
And who is this enchanting creature on your arm?.
Viktor’s smile was polite but edged with warning.
Allow me to introduce Selene Voss, my fiancée and future wife.
Selene, this is Minister Aldescu and his companion.
The minister’s eyes widened slightly at the word “fiancée.” Whispers rippled through the nearby crowd.
Selene extended her hand gracefully.
A pleasure.
As the conversation flowed charity initiatives, tech mergers, veiled questions about her sudden appearance in Viktor’s life Viktor’s hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass through the silk.
His fingers pressed subtly between her cheeks, teasing the thin fabric over her rear entrance.
Selene’s breath hitched, but she kept her expression serene, nodding at the minister’s comments on renewable energy investments.
Under the table during the brief seated portion of the gala, Viktor’s hand returned to her thigh.
The high slit of her gown allowed easy access.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the edge of her lace panties before pushing them aside.
Two thick fingers slid through her slick folds and pressed inside her without warning.
Selene’s thighs clenched around his hand, but she didn’t flinch.
She continued speaking to the woman beside her about the charity auction, voice steady even as Viktor slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy.
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Her clit throbbed, begging for attention.
Viktor leaned close, pretending to whisper something charming.
Stay composed, my queen.
This is your training in public.
Come quietly for me while the entire room watches and has no idea.
His thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed firm, precise circles.
Selene’s grip tightened on her champagne flute.
Pleasure coiled tight and fast.
She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting to keep her breathing even as her walls fluttered around his invading fingers.
When the orgasm hit, it was sharp and devastating.
Selene came with a soft, barely audible gasp, her inner muscles clamping down hard around Viktor’s fingers while she smiled serenely at the minister’s wife.
Juices coated his hand as wave after wave rolled through her.
Viktor continued stroking her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she was trembling.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers, bringing them casually to his lips under the pretense of tasting his drink.
He licked them clean, eyes locked on hers with dark satisfaction.
The gala continued.
Selene moved through the crowd on Viktor’s arm, greeting donors and posing for photographs.
Every step reminded her of the training hall how he had bent her over the bench and fucked her senseless between sparring rounds.
Now, surrounded by hundreds, the memory made her pussy clench with fresh need.
Halfway through the evening, a tall figure in a charcoal suit caught her eye from across the room.
Nikolai Volkov.
The emissary had dared to appear, watching her with cold, calculating interest.
He raised his glass in a mocking toast, lips curving in a smirk that promised trouble.
Viktor noticed immediately.
His arm tightened around Selene’s waist.
He’s testing us.
Stay close.
Before they could move, Nikolai approached, flanked by two discreet bodyguards.
Mr.
Draven.
Miss Voss.
What a charming couple.
The rumors are true you’ve traded your empire for a pretty mortal’s cunt.
How… modern.
Viktor’s voice remained velvet-smooth, but the air around him grew colder.
Careful, Volkov.
Insult my mate again and this gala ends in blood.
Nikolai’s gaze raked over Selene’s body, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the high slit of her gown.
She does look well-fucked.
Or do you prefer to beg on your knees?
Selene stepped forward before Viktor could respond, her voice steady and laced with steel.
I scream when he fucks me deep enough to ruin me for anyone else.
And I beg only for more.
Would you like a demonstration of how loudly a true queen can moan for her king?
The nearby guests fell silent, shocked.
Nikolai’s smirk faltered for a split second.
Viktor’s eyes blazed with pride and raw hunger.
He pulled Selene flush against him, one hand possessively gripping her ass in full view.
The lady has spoken.
Now leave, before I decide to give the demonstration right here.
Nikolai retreated with a stiff bow, but the threat in his eyes lingered.
The moment he was gone, Viktor guided Selene toward a private elevator that led to the tower’s exclusive penthouse suite.
The doors closed, and he had her pinned against the mirrored wall in an instant.
You were magnificent, he growled, mouth crashing down on hers.
His hands roamed greedily squeezing her breasts, yanking the gown up around her waist.
Defying him in front of everyone.
My brave, filthy queen.
He tore her lace panties aside and freed his massive cock, already rock-hard and leaking.
Lifting one of her legs around his hip, he thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep.
Selene cried out, the sudden fullness exquisite after hours of teasing.
Viktor fucked her hard against the elevator wall, hips snapping with desperate need.
You came so quietly at the table while everyone talked.
Now scream for me.
She did moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small space.
He rubbed her clit relentlessly until she came again, walls milking him tightly.
Viktor followed with a deep groan, fangs sinking into her throat as he flooded her with thick ropes of cool cum.
He licked the bite closed, then kissed her slowly as the elevator reached the penthouse.
Tonight was only the beginning, he murmured against her lips, still buried inside her.
The Volkovs have declared war by showing their faces.
Tomorrow we prepare in earnest.
But right now… I’m taking you to bed and fucking you until sunrise.
Selene smiled, breathless and glowing with new confidence.
She was no longer hiding.
She was the vampire king’s queen, desired, powerful, and utterly claimed.
And she was ready for whatever came next.