Hate to Love My Mafia King

"I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me in bed."

As soon as we entered the hotel room, I tugged at the man's tie, my eyes glinting with a hint of seduction and teasing.

Right in front of me, the man took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs.

A body sculpted to perfection.

I couldn't resist reaching out to touch him once or twice, my eyes roaming shamelessly over every inch of him.

"Do all male escorts have bodies as good as yours?" I murmured.

The man paused for a moment, then curved his lips into a smile. "What? Ms. Windsor, is this your first time hiring a male escort?"

I snapped back to reality and immediately covered my embarrassment, giving him a push. "Who said that! I've seen plenty of bodies like yours."

With that, I turned and escaped into the bathroom.

As the sound of running water grew louder, my heart began to pound uncontrollably.

This was indeed my first time hiring a male escort, but I couldn't let my inexperience show.

Tonight, I had successfully handled a major PR crisis.

The client was very pleased and threw a grand party, inviting me along. He pulled me into a mysterious private room and told me to pick any man I wanted.

I was already a bit tipsy at the time, and not wanting to offend him, I picked the most handsome one at random and brought him straight to the hotel.

After my shower, I came out wearing just a towel and found the man staring straight at me.

My cheeks burned, but I pretended to be experienced and patted the bed. "Come here."

The man obediently walked to the bed and sat down beside me.

"Lose the pants—let me see if you're worth it."

I swallowed and slowly reached toward the man's belt.

For some reason, the belt refused to yield, making my clumsy fumbling feel far too revealing.

Maybe my clumsy hands gave me away, because the man suddenly held my hand, his voice gentle. "Let me do it."

With that, his fingers lightly pressed the belt buckle, and it instantly loosened.

In my panic, I turned my head away.

The man looked at me, his tone teasing. "I thought you couldn't wait to check me out. Why aren't you looking now?"

I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and turned back, my gaze drifting downward.

He was... exquisite.

"Tonight, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

I pinched his cheek and smoothly sat on top of him, my legs wrapping around his sides as I reached out to caress his chiseled, handsome face.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, a dark fire gradually rising in his eyes.

He wrapped one hand around my slender waist, his warm breath brushing my ear. "Can we start now? I'm getting impatient."

I hooked my arms around his neck, my red lips brushing against his skin. "What's the rush? The hunt has just begun."

The man leaned forward slightly, his solid body pressing against mine, his gaze deep. "So Ms. Windsor, in tonight's hunting ground, who is the hunter and who is the prey?"

"Does it matter?"

I traced my finger along his Adam's apple, smiling seductively. "A true hunter enjoys the chase, not just the final result."

As soon as I finished speaking, the man tilted his head up and captured my lips.

With wild aggression and possession, like a declaration of war over control.

I felt suffocated, my mind went blank. I could only cling to his shoulders, letting his hands roam over my smooth, fair skin.

Suddenly, the man flipped me over and pinned me down on the bed.

"Don't... don't be so hasty..." I instinctively tried to push him away.

But the man was beyond listening. His hips thrust forward forcefully, and a sharp pain came from below, making me moan involuntarily.

My whole head went blank, my cheeks flushed red, my body stiffening, not knowing what to do.

His hands gripped my delicate pale neck tightly and began thrusting wildly. My slender waist felt as though it might break beneath him. I swayed my body and began pleading in a low voice.

He didn't slow down. Instead, he grabbed my swaying breasts and squeezed them with all his strength. A current spread from my chest throughout my body. As if possessed, I began unconsciously matching his movements, wrapping my legs around his waist.

His hands moved from my breasts to my ankles, straightening them and pushing them forward until my calves rested on his shoulders, bending me double.

"Ms. Windsor, you have excellent flexibility," he said, gripping my ankles and thrusting hard, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes.

"I keep myself in shape..." I responded in a daze.

"Really? Just so I could fuck you properly?"

Before I could respond, I felt something huge push deep inside me. I moaned again, accompanied by sharp, rhythmic sounds that seemed to trigger something in the man above me, making him thrust even more frantically.

He had me crying incoherently, constantly begging. "No more, I can't take it... please stop..."

"Really don't want it anymore?" He looked down at me, trembling involuntarily, and slowly pulled out.

An aching emptiness flooded through me.

"Don't..." Almost without thinking, I hugged his waist and pressed him hard against my crotch.

He looked at me with a satisfied smile, then his hips thrust forward again, resuming his rapid rhythm.

I don't know how long it lasted. He propped himself up, his eyes full of lingering desire and lust.

He looked at me, flushed beneath him, and thrust into me a few more times. One hand caressed my slender waist. "Ms. Windsor, are you satisfied with tonight's service?"

He had already left me dizzy and weak, lying limply on the bed. I mumbled hazily, "Not bad at all—you certainly know your craft."

He chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow. "Then let's go again."

My eyes widened instantly. Looking at this man who seemed to have endless energy, I said in a trembling voice, "No more."

He lowered his head, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was almost tender.

Yet the rest of him was relentless, driving me past words, past breath, until the night blurred into the pale light of dawn.