CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON.

Stretching and groaning, I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed onto my face from the large floor-to-ceiling window. I looked around, more aware than last night. The room had that modern, luxurious look: everything black, gray, or white.

I sat up, the blanket falling from my chest, but I paid no attention to it. I was still trying to wrap my head around what exactly happened last night. I looked around, trying to get every little bit of information. I could hear the shower running, and I saw some fog in the mirror with the door slightly cracked open. I squinted to see, and then heard a deep groan from inside.

SHIT! I mentally cursed at myself. That sound from that stranger brought the memories of last night rushing rapidly into my head, from how his dick had been buried deep inside me to my cries for release. Damn, I don't think I'd ever experienced that amount of pleasure with anyone. I'd had like five orgasms in minutes.

I shook my head to distract my thoughts from reminiscing about everything before I made another mistake. Getting up from the bed, I searched around for my dress, finding it under a chair sitting in the corner of the room. Rushing over, I quickly pulled it over my body, grabbed my shoes, and hurried to put them on. I grabbed my phone, almost forgetting it along with my entire clutch, before rushing out of the room, speed walking towards the elevator, trying to hurry before the stranger got out of the shower.

The elevator opened, and I got in, repeatedly pressing the 'L' button, then hammering the door-close button, but it didn't help. Just as the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of the guy from last night. He was walking towards the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist, an empty plate in his hand. He stopped in his tracks, looking at the elevator, but just in time, the doors closed, shielding me from those dark blue eyes I distinctly remembered.

I walked out of the hotel, getting the same looks people give girls whenever they leave a building in a skimpy dress, messed up hair, heels, and smudged makeup.

But I left with a smile.

Despite their looks, filled with either disgust, disrespect, or lust, some people held neutral faces.

But those were only the people who knew how to mind their business, and nowadays, not a lot of people know how not to.

I ignored it. I walked outside, hailed a taxi, and headed home, where I hoped to find out what happened with Caro and Sophia and tell her about my experience with that sexy, blue-eyed man who could make my panties wet with just a glance.

The taxi ride home was a blur of morning traffic and the insistent throbbing behind my eyes. I leaned my head against the cool window, the smile still plastered on my face, defying the disapproving glares from passersby. Let them stare. They didn't know what it felt like to break free, even for a few stolen hours, from a mountain of work and a best friend's perpetual melodrama.

Pulling up to my building, I paid the driver, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

My apartment key felt heavy in my hand as I approached the door. I half-expected to find Caro still cocooned in a blanket fort, surrounded by chocolate wrappers and tear-stained tissues. Instead, the apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

"Caro?" I called out, pushing the door open, my voice raspy. The scent of coffee, not stale heartbreak, filled the air. My brow furrowed. Had she listened?

I walked into the kitchen to find her perched on a stool, nursing a mug, looking surprisingly... put together. Her usually puffy eyes were still a little red, but her hair was brushed, and she was wearing actual clothes, not sweatpants. On the counter lay a half-eaten croissant and her phone, open to a messaging app.

"You look like you wrestled a bear," Caro said, a slight smile playing on her lips as she took in my disheveled dress and tangled hair.

"You look like you're not planning your funeral," I shot back, dropping my clutch on the island.

My eyes narrowed at the phone. "Did you, for once, not double down on the crazy?"

She sighed, but it was a softer sound than her usual self-pitying groans. "I called her."

"Sophia?" I leaned against the counter, suddenly intrigued despite myself.

Caro nodded slowly. "Yeah. I was still mad, still scared, but... I don't know. After you dragged me out and forced me to drink whiskey and told me to twerk, something just clicked. It's like my brain cells finally started working again." She paused, then looked at me. "So, what about you? You were practically glowing when I left. Did the dance floor treat you well, or did someone else?"

A smirk tugged at my lips. "Oh, the dance floor was just the warm-up, honey." I walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. "Remember that hot guy I saw watching me from the VIP section?"

Caro's eyes widened. "The one with the 'stare that could melt steel'?"

"That's him," I said, taking a long swig of water. "Turns out, his stare can do more than melt steel. It can make you forget your name, your job, and apparently, all your plans for a chaste, single life." I recounted the bathroom encounter, leaving out none of the deliciously explicit details. Her jaw dropped further with each word.

"You... you seriously went there?" Caro finally managed, her voice a mix of shock and admiration. "Without even knowing his name?"

I shrugged, a fresh wave of adrenaline hitting me. "He didn't ask for mine, and I didn't care to ask for his. It was... intense. And damn, Caro, the man knows what he's doing." I grinned, the memory sending a shiver down my spine. "I had like five orgasms in minutes, bitch. Five.”

Caro let out a delighted, albeit scandalized, laugh. "Only you. Seriously, I question our friendship sometimes."

"Says the woman who just had her ninth breakup," I retorted, but there was no real venom. I loved Caro, despite her self-sabotage, and in that moment, seeing her trying felt like a small victory. Besides, she was the only one I could ever tell this kind of crazy to.

The afterglow was still strong, but the looming shadow of my project and the stacks of files quickly began to creep back into my thoughts. I groaned internally. I had to shower, find some clean clothes that didn't scream "one-night stand," and tackle that mountain of work. But now, at least, I had a hell of a story to tell, and a new, intriguing distraction to ponder. That man with the dark blue eyes... he was going to be a problem. A very, very good problem.

I left Caro and went to have that shower that I so badly needed. As I removed my clothes, the memories just came, hitting me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please, what?” he teased my entrance with his cock, pushing it slightly and then pulling out.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I gasped as he did it again.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He wasted no time after that, one hard thrust to get inside of me, pulling out and pushing back in at a hard and fast speed. I moaned at the top of my lungs, his hands on the side of my body, tightly gripping the sheets, making his veins more noticeable than they already were. His face was just above mine, keeping a close eye on my facial expressions while he pounded into me.

My loud moans seemed to encourage him more. Pulling my legs to wrap around his waist, he sat up, no longer hovering over me. One of his hands gripped the sheets near my neck, firm but still gentle.

My eyes rolled back at the sight in front of me. He looked so hot, his face hard, releasing small, barely noticeable grunts. His hard abs were dimly lit, and his eyes kept glancing down, watching his dick disappear into me and reappear with each thrust.

I could feel myself tightening at that moment on him, and he somehow went incredibly harder, pushing me closer to yet another orgasm and pulling out before I could.

I groaned in frustration, but he flipped me over onto my stomach, grabbing my hips and pulling them right back into him.

Fucking me from behind with the same hard plunge as before, the sound of our raw skin clapping together made everything seem so erotic. One of his hands pushed down on my lower back, and the other pulled my hair, wrapping it up in his fist, causing my back to arch down, my ass sticking far out.

“Fuck!” I groaned deeply, “Harder!” I moaned.

His hands let go of my hair and roughly slapped my ass, a grunt and groan coming from his lips as I spasmed around his length.

"Красавица,” he rasped. “I want you to ask for permission before you come.” I felt myself tighten, his voice turning me on more. I was so close again, and he moved his hips faster, the sounds of my juices squishing around my ass, and I could only imagine it reddening.

He gave my ass a few slaps, not even slowing down his inhumane speed. His moans and grunts filled my ears.

“Beg me, Красавица.”

“Let me hear your cries of pleas before I let you come like the slut you are, only for me,” his words added more pleasure to me.

With no shame left in me, “Please, let me cum,” my voice barely above a whisper as it was knocked out of me immediately by the angle he was hitting, harder than before.

“Cum, baby,” I let loose immediately, my eyes rolling back as we both rode our high together.

“ISABELLA!” The sound of my name brought me back, as I noticed I was foolishly staring at the mirror with my naked body. I turned and heard knocking coming from the door. Guess Caro wanted to break down my door, or I just got lost in my head.

“Isabella, I'm heading to the grocery store. Do you need anything?” I thought for a second, and I guess I just needed a shower and sleep after all.

“I'm good, girl, just do what you need to do.”

“Okay.” With that, I heard her retreating steps fading from the door. Now I needed to stop thinking about a night I had with someone I will never see again. I needed that shower to clear my thoughts, damnit!