LANIAS
Lanias felt like every time she slid down his dick, she was tying herself tighter and tighter to Alek. His hold was almost crushing but she didn’t care. The pain that Alek brought her was well balanced with the pleasure bestowed.
She considered how she’d studied the face of the previous woman who’d shared his intimacies, a simmering part of her had wanted to slash the picture to pieces. The madness of the urge, she’d suppressed. Was that jealousy?
Was it wrong to want to make love here, in this room sending a message to the past and a woman who was already dead? She didn’t care as she took him with deliberate work of her hips. Call her a monster but that fraction of her thoughts wouldn’t deny it.
That’s just how much she felt and longed for Alek even more she needed him. The idea of him with anyone else other than her seemed wrong. The way they fit together, there couldn’t be anyone else for him and no one else for her.
“Lanias,” he said her name like a prayer, as he grabbed her hips and worked her on his dick.
His intent to pleasure her and him over the knife’s edge where she’d teased him to. He increased his pace, her hands landed on his shoulders as she let him fuck her. She never wanted this to stop and she wanted to remain in this place between gasping breaths and labored moans of pleasure. She didn’t want to move from this place, where they both were only worried about giving the utmost pleasure to one another.
This is what it means when you find your other half. She reached up and grabbed his face, looking into those eyes that captured hers so easily.
She could see nothing in his eyes. Then noticed in their clarity that the only person reflected there was herself.
Their lovemaking suddenly slowed down, and she felt something slip from her eyes. “Thank you for looking for me,” she whispered, sincerely. “Thank you for loving me.”
He blinked, surprised as her tears dropped on his cheeks. Lanias took his lips in a desperate kiss, pouring the intensity of her feelings into it. She offered the fullness of goodness in her heart, and held it out to him.
Suddenly the race to the end began a slow climb. They desperately wanted to soothe the other, breathing in and out as one. The peak wrapped around them, causing them both to gasp as they orgasmed together. Lanias moaned into his kiss, barely flinching when he moved to bite her. She held him as close as possible feeling that she was feeding him her very soul as he drank her blood. They didn’t move right away. They just sat together breathing in and out. The moment was so intense, they didn’t want to disrupt it.
Lanias prayed her plan went well, she hadn’t shown her fear of making a mistake but for the first time in a long time. She internally made a wish that everything would go as planned. Because she finally had something all her own, and she wanted to protect it even if it cost her, her last breath.
Love had always seemed foolish to her. Something that wasn’t worth her time.
Alek had shown her with his presence, that love gave you a safe haven and it soothed your demons. Not that he was bothered by her demons. In fact, he embraced them.
She closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep in his arms.
ALEK
Alek picked up the sleeping Lanias and made his way to their bedroom. He’d been tense since the meeting. Lanias’ decision to play the bait didn’t sit well with him, but he knew she was determined. The only thing he could do was prepare for the worst.
Laying her in the bed, he pulled the blanket up and covered her. Brushing her hair from her forehead. “I hope you’ll forgive my high-handedness, but it’s the best way to protect you.”
With that he left the bedroom.
We’re Open
LANIAS
Shade had managed to continue business even after the death of the original owner. The crowd still came after work, and the usual people still demanded their private rooms. The workers hadn’t changed as they continued as if their owner hadn’t passed away. And the owner’s sister had made it clear she wasn’t planning on closing the club.
Many had decided to work harder so that she wouldn’t regret her decision. So business was like usual on Friday. Expensive looking cars coming and going from the front. The hostess smiling in the face of the V.I.P guest and the customers who werenot stood outside waiting, while a few went to the lower levels for a drink from the bar.
An SUV pulled up to the front, the hostess paused in checking the list. Unsure of who had just arrived. Trained well, she quickly rushed toward the door. Pulling on her black gloves, and stepping aside just as the door opened, she parted her lips to greet the guest but the minute her eyes landed on the person she lost her voice in shock.
“It looks like she’s still standing,” Lanias said, stepping out of the SUV.
Immediately gaining the attention of all those lined up, and the few who were on their way to the lower bars. She flashed a bright smile into the stunned silence. She had settled for a more modest outfit, only because Alek had attempted to kidnap her when she’d shown him her first outfit.
She’d settled for a tight black dress that stopped mid-thigh, showing off her long legs to perfection. The dress was all lace at the top, and she wore a red and black stoned choker. Her heels were nine inches of money. Lanias looked up feeling nostalgic. She glanced at the frozen hostess, “Aren’t you going to lead me in?”
“Ah, I-I, yes.” The hostess immediately spoke into her chest pin mic. “M-Madame Lanias is here,” she nearly shouted, as she ran toward the entrance.
“Looks like you’ve grown a tad bit slack, since I’ve been gone.”
