Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 36: Danger [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

She took him into her mouth. His arousal was hot, heavy, pulsing against her tongue. She kissed the tip softly, swirled around it, then sank lower, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper. His body started rolling to her rhythm, slowly, carefully nudging the back of her throat.

Soft moans escaped his lips. He reached down, his palm warm against her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her stretched lips. When she looked up, his mouth was curving into a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark with desire, as if savoring the sight of her taking him.

"Please, Miss," he groaned. "Have mercy on me."

She gave him one last, lingering pull, then crawled back up his body. "Tell me what you want now," she whispered against his ear.

"I want to be inside you," he growled, flipping her onto her back. "I want to feel your warm pussy wrapped tight around my cock."

"How much do you want that?"

"So badly it hurts," he rasped, nudging her thighs apart with his knee.

"Then let me ease the ache."

He didn’t hesitate. A sharp moan tore from her lips. He sealed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sound, his tongue stroking hers with every thrust. Like the last time, the moment his thick length slid in was also when he lost control. His pace built fast and relentless, hips snapping forward, driving deep inside her.

It wasn’t even their first time, and yet his size still felt a little too much to bear. He kept filling her up, stretching her out, shattering every bit of her composure. "Charles," she gasped against his lips, "slower... please, slower..."

This time, Charles actually listened. His rhythm eased, forearms braced beside her head, muscles trembling with the effort of restraint. "Kaija," he whispered, his breath ragged against her cheek. "Can I call you baby?"

Her eyes widened slightly, then softened with affection. "...Yes," she murmured, her arms sliding around his shoulders, dragging him down into a slow kiss.

"Baby," he murmured softly. "You’re making me lose my mind."

"Then make love to me like you mean it."

Charles slowed even further, dragging out each deliberate stroke until she felt every inch of his burning length gliding in and out against her walls.

"You feel so warm," she moaned softly. "So good."

"Do you know how wet you are right now?" His voice dropped to a gravelly growl. "How you’re killing me like this?"

"I don’t know," she breathed, arching into him. "Tell me."

"I feel like I’m drowning in you."

"Then let go," she urged, locking her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. "Sink deeper. Just for tonight."

Charles had only been waiting for that. He thrust all the way in, burying himself deeply inside her, making her arch with a sharp cry.

How many times they did it that night, she lost count. How many kisses he left across her skin, she couldn’t tell. They kept drowning in each other, one shuddering climax after another, their bodies slick with sweat, moving to a rhythm only the knew. When the morning came, Charles was gone.

Kaija turned lazily in bed, pulling the blanket over her face, trying to catch a bit more sleep. The bedding still smelled faintly of his skin. His soft murmurs still lingered in her ears.

Last night, they’d stopped right before her consciousness left her. She was dead tired before he could finish, but she let him keep going. The man seriously had some inhuman endurance. But when her body finally gave out, he just stopped, pulled her under the blanket, and buried his face against her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Do you know what your skin smells like?" she asked, playing with his soft hair between her fingers.

He lifted his face toward her, waiting for an answer.

She pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered, "Something musky and leathery. Sometimes there’s tobacco too. Drives me crazy every time."

He chuckled lowly, his fingers tracing slow lines along her waist. "Then do you know what you smell like?"

"Tell me."

"Danger."

Kaija didn’t even know what danger smelled like. If it did at all, it probably smelled like Charles. She took one last deep inhale of his lingering scent in the sheets, then got up, got dressed, and headed to the dance studio.

The day had already started. What had happened last night belonged to last night. Today was a new day. From this day on, the Charles she’d held in her arms just hours ago would once again become Mr. Kosonen.

When she arrived at the studio, four girls were already inside. They all seemed about her age, or a bit older, all dressed in colorful hip-hop outfits. Antony had arrived early, probably to prep for the new setup. He waved her over and started introducing them.

"These are Dani, Hannah, Ginny, and Fiona," he said, pointing at each girl indifferently. "They’ll be your backup dancers for now."

"Hi," Kaija waved. "I’m Kaija. Nice to meet you all. Let’s work well together."

Fiona seemed to be the most friendly. She had big brown doll-like eyes and long black hair tied up high in a sleek ponytail. She stepped forward first and extended her hand, holding Kaija’s with a smile that felt genuinely warm rather than forced.

"Nice to finally meet you, Kaija," Fiona said. "I’ve seen your video! You have an amazing voice!"

Ginny had short black hair and calm hazel eyes. She seemed more neutral, more serious, but in a professional way. She came forward next, her expression modest, her voice measured. "I’m Ginny. Let’s work well together."

Hannah didn’t come up. She seemed the youngest, with soft light brown hair and deep green eyes like a forest, her face still baby-like. She just stood in place and waved shyly, her voice small and light. "I’m Hannah. I love your voice a lot, sis."

Kaija waved back at Hannah with a sweet smile, then she turned to the last girl. Out of the four, this girl had the most striking features. Her curly hair was dyed bright orange, and her eyes light blue like topaz, just a shade lighter than Kaija’s. The moment their eyes met, Kaija could almost feel an electric current flash between them.

Love at first sight? Hardly. The girl just stood there with her arms folded tightly, her expression as sharp as her tone. "Dani," she muttered.

"Hi, Dani," Kaija replied flatly, matching her energy.

Then the air turned awkward.

Antony clapped his hands. "Get in line, ladies," he ordered, his tone as grumpy as ever. "And please, don’t lose your patience over our superstar here today."