The first time Margo saw Daniel, she was leaning against the bar of The Velvet Lounge, a dimly lit speakeasy tucked beneath the neon glow of downtown Chicago. The air smelled of aged whiskey and the faint musk of expensive perfume, the kind that clung to skin long after the bottle had been capped. She had come alone—not out of loneliness, but because she preferred the company of strangers when she was in the mood to be seen. And tonight, she was in the mood to be devoured.
Her dress, a sinful slip of black silk, clung to her curves like a second skin, the hem riding high enough to tease the tops of her thighs when she shifted. The neckline plunged just low enough to make men glance twice, their eyes snagging on the swell of her breasts before darting away—guilty, hungry. She sipped her gin martini, the glass cool against her fingers, her lips painted the color of a fresh bruise. She wasn’t here to be polite. She was here to hunt.
Daniel wasn’t like the others. He didn’t approach her with the usual swagger, the overconfident grin of a man who thought his wallet or his watch would impress her. No, he slid onto the stool beside her with the quiet confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and how to take it. He was all sharp angles and restrained power, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored charcoal suit that hugged his frame. His hands were large, fingers long, the kind that could pin a woman down or trace her skin with devastating precision. Dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and his eyes—deep, dark, and knowing—locked onto hers the moment he sat down.
“You look like trouble,” he said, his voice low, rough, the kind of timbre that vibrated straight between a woman’s legs.
Margo didn’t smile. She let her gaze drag over him, slow and deliberate, lingering on the way his suit jacket pulled just slightly across his chest, the hint of muscle beneath. “And you look like you can handle it.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That depends. What kind of trouble are we talking about?”
She turned to face him fully, one leg crossing over the other, the movement deliberate, making the slit in her dress part just enough to flash the lace of her garter. “The kind that leaves marks.”
His pupils dilated. Just like that. No pretense, no games. Just raw, unfiltered desire. “I like your honesty.”
“Honesty’s overrated,” she purred, leaning in just enough that her breath ghosted over his ear. “I prefer demonstrations.”
His hand found her knee beneath the bar, his touch searing even through the fabric of her dress. “Then let’s skip the small talk, Margo.”
She hadn’t told him her name. The realization sent a thrill down her spine. He’d been watching her. Studying her. Waiting. “You’ve got a sharp eye, Daniel.”
“And you’ve got a filthy mouth.” His thumb traced a slow circle on her inner thigh, inching higher. “I wonder what else it can do.”
She didn’t pull away. She spread her legs just a fraction wider, an invitation, a challenge. “Why wonder when you can find out?”
His grip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh possessively. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s closer.” She didn’t wait for an answer. She slid off the stool, her hips swaying as she led him out of the bar, his presence a dark, hungry shadow at her back.
The elevator ride to her penthouse was a study in restraint—his, not hers. Margo pressed herself against the mirrored wall, her back arching as Daniel crowded her, his body a solid wall of heat behind her. His hands found her waist, his fingers splaying over her stomach before sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned, the sound low and needy, her head falling back against his shoulder as he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they ached.
“Fuck, you’re already wet, aren’t you?” he growled against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her lobe. “I can smell you.”
She rocked her ass back against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock straining against his slacks. “What are you going to do about it?”
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. He didn’t let her move. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand slid beneath her dress, his fingers finding the damp lace of her thong. “I’m going to ruin you.”
She laughed, breathless, as he dragged her out of the elevator and toward her door. “Promises, promises.”
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Daniel was on her. His mouth crashed onto hers, his kiss brutal, demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim her with a hunger that left her gasping. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her nails raking down his chest as she tore at his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders. He kicked it aside, his hands already working the zipper of her dress, peeling it down her body until it pooled at her feet.
She stood before him in nothing but a black lace thong and garter belt, her breasts heavy, her nipples tight peaks begging for his mouth. His gaze raked over her, dark and possessive. “Christ, you’re perfect.”
“Less talking,” she panted, reaching for his belt. “More fucking.”
He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he walked her backward until her legs hit the arm of her sofa. “Patience, puttana.”
She whimpered as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his breath hot against the lace covering her pussy. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong, dragging it down her legs with agonizing slowness. The moment it was off, he spread her thighs wide, his thumbs parting her lips, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to the cool air.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust. “So fucking wet. So ready for me.”
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Then eat me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His tongue dragged through her folds, slow and deliberate, tasting her before circling her clit with maddening precision. She cried out, her hips jerking against his mouth as he sucked the sensitive nub between his lips, his fingers digging into her ass to hold her still. “Oh, fuck—”
“You like that?” he growled against her, his breath hot, his voice vibrating against her skin. “You like when I lick this pretty little cunt like it’s my last meal?”
“Yes—yes—” Her voice was a broken whine, her body trembling as he fucked her with his tongue, his fingers finally pushing inside her, curling to stroke that spot that made her see stars. “Don’t stop, don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He devoured her, his mouth relentless, his fingers pumping in and out of her as she rode his face, her moans filling the room, her thighs trembling around his head. When she came, it was with a scream, her back arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn’t let her recover.
Before she could catch her breath, he was on his feet, his mouth crashing onto hers again, letting her taste herself on his lips. His hands were everywhere—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, her back hitting the mattress as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust.
“Condom,” she gasped, reaching for the nightstand.
He batted her hand away. “I’m clean. And I want to feel you. All of you.”
She should’ve argued. Should’ve insisted. But the way he was looking at her—like he’d die if he didn’t bury himself inside her now—made her nod, her pulse racing. “Then fuck me. Hard.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His cock was thick, heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum as he guided it to her entrance. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, her body trembling as he pushed inside, stretching her, filling her inch by agonizing inch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to hers as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her thighs.
“Move,” she demanded, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck me.”
And he did.
He pulled back and slammed into her, his thrusts deep, punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She cried out with every snap of his hips, her body arching beneath him as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur. “Yes—yes—just like that—”
“You take my cock so well,” he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against her ear. “Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Fuck—yes—” She clung to him, her legs locked around his waist as he fucked her harder, deeper, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he ordered, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as his hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. “Come on my cock like the whore you are.”
She shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her, her back bowing off the bed as she screamed, her pussy clenching around him, milking him as he groaned, his own release barreling through him. He buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside her as he came, his cum filling her in hot, thick spurts, his body trembling with the force of it.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and ragged breaths. But Margo wasn’t done.
She rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips before he could recover. His cock, still half-hard, twitched as she sank onto it, her head falling back with a moan. “Again.”
His hands found her waist, his thumbs circling her hips as she began to ride him, slow at first, her body adjusting to the stretch. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She leaned forward, her hands planting on his chest as she rolled her hips, grinding down on him. “You have no idea.”
His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as she rode him harder, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her ass. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and obscene, her moans growing louder as she chased another orgasm.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts. “Fuck yourself on my cock, bambina. Take what you need.”
She did. She rode him until her thighs burned, until her pussy was dripping, until she could feel another orgasm coiling tight in her belly. “I’m close—I’m so close—”
He sat up abruptly, his mouth crashing onto hers as he flipped her onto her back, never breaking the connection between them. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice a dark command. “I want to feel you drench my cock.”
She did.
Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, her body convulsing beneath him as she screamed, her nails raking down his back. He followed her over the edge, his cock swelling inside her as he came again, his cum filling her, marking her, claiming her in a way that left her breathless.
They didn’t stop there.
He took her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard and deep, his mouth on her neck, his teeth leaving marks that would linger for days. She came with a sob, her body trembling as he filled her again, his cock pulsing inside her.
Then it was her turn to take control.
She pushed him onto the bed, crawling between his legs to take his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep, her throat opening for him as she swallowed him down. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head, her lips stretched around his girth, her eyes watering as she took him to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, your mouth—” His voice was a growl, his hips lifting off the bed as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him hard. “I’m gonna come—”
She didn’t pull away. She took him deeper, her hand stroking the base of his cock as he came down her throat, his cum hot and salty, his body trembling with the force of his release. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips as she pulled off, her eyes locked on his.
“Still think I’m trouble?” she purred, crawling up his body to straddle his lap, his cock already hardening again beneath her.
He gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss. “Baby,” he growled against her lips, “you’re ruining me.”
She smiled, rolling her hips, feeling him slide inside her again. “Good.”
And then they started all over again.
By the time the sun began to creep through the curtains, they were both exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the sheets tangled around them. Margo lay sprawled across Daniel’s chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin, her body deliciously sore in all the right places.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
She smirked against his skin. “And you love it.”
He chuckled, low and dark. “Yeah. I do.”
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, her smile slow and wicked. “Good. Because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
And with that, she slid down his body, her mouth wrapping around his cock once more, her tongue swirling over the head before she took him deep, her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck him back to life.
Daniel groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as he surrendered to her all over again.
And Margo?
She loved every second of it.
