Chapter 2 002

Diane's POV

"What?" He looks confused, his eyes wide behind the mask. "Why did you stop?"

Because this isn't supposed to happen. But he doesn't know that.

My lips open, but no words make it out. Don't say anything, Diane. Just shut up and do your job. My hate for him doesn't surpass my need for money.

I force a smile. "No reason. I was just... mesmerised by your ethereal face." The lie rolls off my tongue smoothly.

His face falls into one of relief, and he looks nervous, his fingers digging into the couch as I resume stroking him slowly. "Thank you."

Son of a fucking bitch.

Don't do it, Diane. Don't do it.

The overwhelming urge to twist his dick until he's screaming and begging swells in my mind, and I'm tempted. Fuck, I want to tell him everything I never had the chance to. But instead, I wrap my lips around the head of his dick so lightly, watching him jerk forward, a hiss escaping his lips.

"Fuck... Yes..." He groans, his fingers finding their way into my hair, pulling at strands as he holds me in place. "Just like that..."

My cheeks hollow, and I force myself to take him deeper, my hand stroking the base of his cock while I swirl my tongue around the tip, the sweet but tangy taste of precum on my tongue.

"Like that?" I hum around him, gagging for a second when he presses me deeper, his length brushing the back of my throat.

I choke for a bit, trying to ignore the sting of tears in my eyes as my teeth graze the base of his dick.

Fuck.

And then it happens. I let my intrusive thoughts win. I bite down on his dick.

He yelps and pulls away, his expression twisting into shock, his hand nursing his dick. "What the fuck?"

Satisfaction blooms in my chest as I try to catch my breath, spit trailing down my jaw. "Oh my lord, I'm so sorry." I force a tone of mock pity and apology. "I was just..."

"Don't. Just forget it..." He gives me a look like I'm crazy.

Served him right too.

"Do you want me to continue?" I ask, batting my lashes.

He shakes his head. "No. Just... just get back on me and ride me," he orders.

Biting back a retort, I trace lines on his lap, moving up to his crotch, a smile pulling at my face when I notice him tense. "Whatever you say..." I drawl.

I grab the condom I came with and tear it open with my teeth, keeping eye contact with him while I roll it onto his length.

He curses under his breath, watching as I straddle him, a finger pushing my panties aside as I position him at my entrance.

Not pushing in. Just there. Just enough to feel and brace myself for what I'm about to do.

I still despise him. This is just a chore.

Slowly, I sink down on his length, my walls stretching to accommodate him while a moan rips out of my throat.

Fuck, that feels so good. Too good.

His fingers dig into my hips as he holds me tight, his breathing ragged. I lower myself slowly until I'm sitting on him, my pubes pressed to his lap. "Shit..." I curse under my breath.

He swallows hard, a pained expression crossing his face before he leans his head back, breathing heavily. "You feel so... good..."

I don't bother to say anything. Instead, I lift myself carefully until he's almost all the way out. Then I slam back down, my hips hitting his lap, and I swear my vision almost blacks out.

He hisses, fingers holding me right as I set a pace. Long, slow strokes that leave us both trembling as his length continues to hit a sensitive spot in me, drawing embarrassing moans out of my throat while I try not to let my knees give out.

Conrad's breathing is heavy, the sound harsh in the space as he starts to lift my hips with his large hands, bucking up into me.

It's ironic. I'm the one in charge, but somewhere in between, he takes control, and I can do nothing but give in to the electrifying pleasure rolling through me.

"Fuck... yes... You're a goddess." He groans, letting out tiny gasps of his own each time he slams up into me. "Yes, take it all. You look so pretty riding my cock."

My walls clench around his hard length, and I lean forward, pressing my chest to his before kissing his neck, biting and sucking the skin there. "Harder... please..."

He wastes no time snapping up harder, the sound of skin meeting skin creating a sinful symphony in the dim room. "Come on..." His balls slap against my sopping cunt, and I can feel my juices gushing out of my pussy.

Fuck.

Why does this feel better than I ever wanted it to?

His length brushes my G-spot one more time, and that's the final undoing. I'm quaking around him, my pussy clenching as a mind-blowing orgasm crashes over me, stars exploding behind my eyes. "Fuck..." I groan, bucking faster, my hands on his chest to steady myself.

He tries to keep up the pace for a second, but then he stills, a pleased groan leaving his lips before his dick twitches in me, filling up the condom.

"Shit..." he groans, still thrusting lazily for a minute.

I just lie there on his chest, basking in the aftermath of my orgasm, when I feel his hand tap my bare lap to ease me off.

Struggling to keep myself upright, I get off him, my knees buckling as I try to make myself decent again. He sits up, tucking himself back in as he gives me a look of awe. "You're really good at what you do." He smiles at me.

But I don't return it. What I need is the money so I can forget any of this ever happened.

"I'm glad to know that you..." I start, but my words are cut off by the sound of a loud gunshot outside the room, making me yelp.

What the fuck was that?

Conrad scrambles off the chair, his face turning pale. "Fuck, get down."

My eyes dart to the door in panic, and I'm just about to bolt out when it bursts open and uniformed men walk in, guns raised, looking between the two of us while commotion reigns in the club outside.

Fuck. A raid. We're so fucked.

A young detective looks between us, then raises his badge. "LAPD. You're under arrest."