The Carlton Hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, and Aaron immediately loosened his tie with deliberate movements.
The evening air from the Mediterranean drifted through the open balcony doors, but neither of them noticed.
Nicole was still riding the high of the reception—the way the room had responded to Aaron’s announcement about Cinema Paradiso, the buzz, the power of watching him operate at that level.
But underneath that was something else: the way Aaron had positioned himself in front of her when Harvey Weinstein approached, the territorial edge in his voice when he’d blocked the producer’s gaze.
She watched him now, still in his tailored suit, his jaw tight, his entire body coiled with something that went beyond the adrenaline of a successful business deal.
“That was incredible,” she said, her voice still carrying the breathlessness of the evening.
“The way you worked that room.
The way you—”
“Come here,” he interrupted, his voice low and controlled.
It wasn’t a request.
She moved toward him, and when she was close enough, his hand gripped her jaw—not roughly, but with that specific brand of control he used.
The same control he’d used to shut down Harvey Weinstein.
“You know what I was thinking about the entire time Harvey was talking?” Aaron said, his eyes dark.
“How he looked at you.
How he thought he could look at you like that.”
There was possession in his voice, but it was grounded—not performative.
It was the possession of a man who’d just proven he could dominate in any arena, and who wanted to make sure she understood exactly who she belonged to.
He kissed her then, deep and intent, tasting her like he was claiming something.
Nicole pulled back from his kiss, her hand pressing against his chest, and there was a spark of challenge in her eyes.
“Was that what you were thinking about?” she asked, her voice deliberately light.
“Because from where I was standing, you seemed pretty focused on closing that deal.”
She turned away from him, walking slowly toward the balcony, knowing he was watching her.
The dress she’d worn—elegant, expensive, designed to turn heads—swayed with each step.
“You barely looked at me all night,” she said, and there was a hint of tease in it, but also truth.
“Too busy being a genius.”
Aaron’s jaw tightened.
He didn’t appreciate being challenged, but with her, the challenge was foreplay.
He knew it, and so did she.
“That’s not true,” he said, his voice sharp.
“I looked at you plenty.
I just made sure no one else got the same privilege.”
Nicole turned to face him from across the room, a knowing smile playing at her lips.
“Is that what that was?
You blocking Harvey’s view like some kind of territorial animal?”
She was baiting him, and they both knew it.
Aaron moved toward her, his movements deliberate, controlled.
“You enjoyed it.”
“Maybe,” she admitted, her eyes bright with excitement and arousal mixing together.
“Or maybe I just enjoyed watching you prove you could out-think everyone in that room.”
“Tell me you weren’t affected,” he challenged, closing the distance between them.
“I didn’t say that,” Nicole said softly, and stepped back into his space.
Her hands reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders.
“I said you barely looked at me.
Doesn’t mean I wasn’t paying attention to you.”
She unbuttoned his shirt with quick, efficient movements, and his breathing had already shifted—faster, deeper.
“You know what I was thinking about?” she continued, pulling his shirt open.
“How you handled him.
How you didn’t even let him finish a sentence before you shut him down.”
Aaron’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him, his shirt still half-open.
“And that turned you on?”
“Watching you be that ruthless?
Yeah,” she breathed, and kissed him again—but this time it was aggressive, matching his intensity instead of yielding to it.
He responded immediately, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him.
The kiss deepened, became messier, more desperate.
The adrenaline of the evening and the possessive energy between them was building fast.
“Dress off,” he said against her mouth, repeating his earlier command.
But this time there was urgency underneath it.
Nicole pulled back just enough to grip the side zipper of her gown, and in one smooth motion, she pulled it down and let the dress fall to the floor.
She stood before him in nothing but heels and the thin lace of her underwear, the Mediterranean moonlight catching her skin.
“Better?” she asked, her voice deliberately provocative.
Aaron’s response was to grip her thighs and lift her, his mouth finding her neck as he carried her toward the bed.
She wrapped her legs around him, her hands gripping his shoulders, and he didn’t lay her down gently—he dropped her onto the mattress, following her down immediately.
His shirt was still half-open, and she clawed at it, trying to get it off him faster.
He shrugged out of it impatiently, and then his hands were everywhere—her breasts, her ribs, between her legs—mapping territory with urgent intensity.
“You’re soaked,” he said roughly, his fingers finding the wet lace of her underwear.
“From watching me deal with Harvey?”
“From watching you deal with everything tonight,” she gasped as his fingers pressed against the fabric, applying pressure to her clit.
“I thought you were trying to ignore me.”
He pushed the lace aside and his fingers slid into her, and she arched immediately, her nails digging into his back.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“You like knowing I could dominate any situation?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, I—”
He withdrew his hand before she could finish, and in one fluid motion, he had his pants unzipped and pushed down.
His cock was already hard, already demanding, and he didn’t ease into her—he pushed inside in one deliberate thrust.
He pushed inside her in one deliberate thrust, and they both gasped.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips beginning to move in controlled, powerful strokes.
His hand gripped her throat, applying pressure as he drove deeper.
She gasped beneath him, her body adjusting to his size, and he set a relentless pace—fast, deep, unforgiving.
His other hand gripped her hip, using it as leverage to pull her into each thrust.
“That’s it,” he growled against her neck.
“Take my cock.”
Her hands clawed at his back, leaving marks, and he responded by driving harder.
His breathing was harsh, his entire body moving with purpose.
The sounds of wet skin against skin filled the room—obscene, primal, undeniable.
“You feel incredible,” he muttered, his thumb finding her clit and pressing down hard, rubbing in quick, aggressive circles.
The dual sensation—his cock deep inside her, his thumb working her clit—made her cry out.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her hips moving with his, seeking more friction, more intensity.
He increased his pace, pounding into her with relentless brutality.
His hand tightened slightly on her throat, controlling her breath, heightening every sensation.
She was trembling beneath him, her whole body tense and quivering.
“Come on,” he commanded roughly, his movements becoming more urgent.
“Let me feel it.
Squirt on my cock.”
The pressure was building impossibly fast inside her—deep, urgent, overwhelming.
She could feel it gathering at her core, ready to explode.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, driving deeper.
“You’re right there.
I can feel it.”
His thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing faster, and his cock was hitting that spot with brutal precision on every single thrust.
Her vision was starting to blur, her breathing erratic.
“Come,” he growled.
“Now.”
Her entire body convulsed violently.
The pressure released in a rush—she felt herself gush around his driving cock, the wetness coating him, coating the mattress, completely losing control.
At the same moment, her orgasm crashed through her in waves, her pussy spasming around him uncontrollably, her back arching completely off the bed.
She was destroyed, completely undone, her whole body shaking as the pleasure radiated through her in intense waves.
Before she could fully come down from her orgasm, Aaron pulled out and flipped her over.
Her legs were still shaking, her body still oversensitive, but he didn’t care.
He positioned her on her hands and knees, her ass elevated, completely exposed.
“Stay,” he commanded, and pushed back inside her from behind.
The angle was different—deeper, more intense.
He immediately set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into her with no mercy.
One hand gripped her hair at the base, using it as leverage to pull her back into each thrust, controlling the rhythm completely.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, watching her body move with his.
His other hand moved to her ass, and without warning, his thumb pressed into her hole—not penetrating deeply, but using it as leverage, digging in to control her movement, to pull her back onto his cock with each thrust.
The dual sensation was overwhelming—his cock inside her pussy, his thumb anchoring her ass, his hand pulling her hair.
She made a sound between a gasp and a cry, completely overwhelmed by the triple sensation.
“That’s it,” he growled, his pace becoming more aggressive.
He was pulling her hair harder now, using it to drive her back onto his cock, while his thumb dug deeper into her ass for leverage.
“Take it.
Take all of it.”
The pressure was building again inside her—impossibly fast, given that she’d just come.
Her whole body was trembling, completely at his mercy in this position.
“Come again,” he commanded roughly, his breathing harsh and strained.
His thumb pressed harder, giving him more control, more leverage to fuck into her harder.
“I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
She was building fast—the angle hitting her g-spot perfectly with each thrust, his thumb creating pressure and control, his hand in her hair keeping her locked in place.
She couldn’t escape it, couldn’t move away from the sensation.
“Oh God—” she gasped.
“That’s it,” he groaned, driving harder, faster.
“Come for me.”
Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train—more intense than the first, her body convulsing as she clenched around him.
She squirted again, the wetness coating his cock, and she made a sound that was almost a sob.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept fucking her through it, kept driving into her with relentless intensity.
His thumb stayed anchored in her ass, his hand stayed fisted in her hair, and he continued his brutal pace.
The overstimulation was pushing her toward a another peak already—her body so sensitized that every movement was sending jolts through her nervous system.
She was trembling violently now, completely destroyed, but the pleasure kept building.
His movements became erratic, more desperate.
He was close—she could feel it in the way his breathing had become ragged, the way his thrusts were becoming less controlled.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he groaned, his pace becoming punishing.
“I’m going to fill this pussy.”
She came again—a third time—her whole body convulsing around him, and the sensation of her clenching, pulsing around him was too much.
With a roar, Aaron buried himself to the hilt one final time and stilled, his cock jerking and pulsing as he came deep inside her.
Thick ropes of hot cum painted her inner walls, filling her completely, a full load that seemed endless.
He groaned her name as he came, his entire body going rigid, his thumb pressing hard into her ass one last time as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.
He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, both of them completely destroyed.
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Thank you so much for reading!
Peace out,
Lucent
Also i’m thinking of reducing the smut , to maybe one in 8~10 ch wht do u say.
It’s pretty resonalble will also help me focus on the story more