Chapter 2: Women, I'm Coming or You're Coming

The man took another sip of his drink, grabbed her mischievous little hand, and leaned in towards her. The restraint on her wrist brought discomfort and pain, making her both excited and fearful. Falcone struggled: "You're hurting me, let go! ... Ugh!" But the man didn't release her because of her outcry. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her forcefully against him. A gulp of liquor poured down her throat, cutting off her voice. Gradually, her struggle turned into something more willing as she became lost in the man's lips and tongue. Her body felt like a bonfire doused in hot oil, and her raging desires screamed for release! "Take her to my room." As the kiss ended, she heard these slightly unsteady words. With that, the man pushed Falcone away, his steps large and quick as he left. In the next instant, the intense pain in her wrists felt like they might dislocate, and she opened her eyes to find herself being pulled up by several men in black suits. She stared at the tall figure of the man leaving, her mind clouded with one thought: "Hey! Where the hell are you going? I've paid! You can't just run off?!" "Hey!!" Everyone in the room heard her cries, and the entire entertainment venue echoed with her shouts. Countless eyes were drawn to her, but when they followed her gaze to the target of her shouts, they quickly averted their eyes, nervously avoiding looking at him. Even the mocking laughter ceased, silenced by the presence they dared not provoke. Falcone continued to shout and struggle, kicking and thrashing with all her might: "Let me go! Where are you taking me?! The male host I hired has run away!" "Damn it! I want a refund! Give me back my money! Even a male host should have some professional ethics! Damn it!" Then she was thrown into a room, landing on a luxurious carpet, but surprisingly feeling no pain. Falcone rubbed her sore wrists and surveyed the room, which was as luxurious as a noble palace. She stood up and walked towards the liquor cabinet, where an array of fine wines were displayed behind crystal-clear glass, resembling art pieces, tempting her. Falcone staggered to the display cabinet, fingers clutching the glass edge, but accidentally cut herself. Crimson blood beads quickly emerged, and she cursed as she sucked on her finger, her gaze naturally falling on the shadow reflected in the window: "What a round moon!" She couldn't help but touch the reflected moonlight, which then transformed into the handsome face of the man. "It's you! So you didn't run away!" "After all, I've paid you. You can't take the money and run! Damn it!" She stared at his lips, half-smiling, as memories of their previous kiss flooded her mind, reigniting the heat in her body. Tonight, he must be hers! The man's figure lurked behind the curtain, his long fingers gripping the fabric as he slowly and gracefully drew the curtains closed. But his gaze was like that of a beast discovering its prey, staring at her as if he wanted to devour her in the next moment: "Don't worry, I won't break my promise." "Tonight, I will give you a lesson, a lesson in playing with fire..." His gaze shifted downward, deliberately or unintentionally brushing over her soaked lingerie. Falcone shivered inexplicably, the feeling of being locked in gaze both terrifying and exhilarating. She could even imagine him pinning her down, tearing her clothes apart, and forcefully ravishing her body from her chest to between her legs. The more she thought, the more unstable her breathing became, her legs weak, her whole body burning up. After all, she had never experienced such things between men and women, only finding some inspiration from the movies Teresa deliberately sent her, fantasizing about being treated the same way. Suddenly, the man walked towards her, his straight and powerful thighs the longest she had ever seen in any man. He pinned her against the glass cabinet, and she could see the shadow beside his prominent nose, enlarging the handsome face that resembled David Gandy's in her eyes. The salty and hot kisses rained down on her, enveloping her. Heavens! She suddenly realized how tall he was. He was at least 8 feet tall! While she was only around 5 feet 6 inches, he effortlessly lifted her by the waistline, pressing her against him, with no distance between them. Her tongue and lips tingled and itched from the kisses, and the man's hands were not idle, exploring and wandering on her body, with a dominance that couldn't be refused. When her sensitive peaks were gripped and rubbed by him through the fabric, a strange and sudden pleasure surged through her body like an electric shock. She was almost breathless from the stimulation! Oh God, she swore! This was definitely her first time experiencing this sensation. Even though she had been dating Armand for four years, their most intimate behavior was only holding hands and kissing on the forehead. A passionate and intense kiss like this had never happened before, let alone being touched and caressed so sensually. She suddenly panicked! And she intended to stop all of this. She shouldn't indulge herself like this, even if she wanted to punish Armand for cheating. Although this male host was incredibly handsome and stirred her emotions, she didn't even know his name! Before she could show any signs of backing off, the man had already let her go, not continuing further. She pinched her skirt and discreetly moved towards the door: "Um... let's just forget about it, mister." The man's initiative and dominance made Falcone back off: "I don't need you to refund me anymore, consider yourself lucky! Haha..." Falcone's subtle movements naturally didn't escape the man's notice. She hadn't taken a few steps when the man stood up, his expression turning terrifyingly dark, but his lips curved: "I don't like playing games of cat and mouse... Let's get straight to it." Playing hard to get? Her attempt to escape was seen by him as a tactic to play hard to get?! Before Falcone could explain, she was thrown onto the bed like a little chick. Just as she was about to get up, the man's burning palm pressed firmly on her back, holding her down firmly, unable to move. His other hand roamed around her buttocks and thighs, searching for something. The man's scorching body temperature told her clearly that if nothing happened tonight, she wouldn't be able to leave. "No! No, it's not like that! I really don't want this." "M-Mister, listen to me. I saw my boyfriend with another woman... doing... doing that! I only wanted to buy your services to get back at him!" "Rip—!" Her clothes were torn open, exposing her skin to the air, sending shivers down her spine.