Be My Woman: A Billionaire's Redemption

The door clicked shut behind them. The stranger carried her straight to the king-sized bed in the private suite of the club and set her down on the sheets. A single amber lamp glowed in the corner. The bass from the club below vibrated faintly through the floor.

He stood back for a second and looked at her. Wet scrubs, smeared makeup, messy curls.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Makes me want to fuck you until you forget your own name.”

"You’re the first person to say that to me.”

Liora’s breath caught.

He stepped closer. His fingers touched her cheek, then her jaw. “I’m not here to fix anything for you, but I can make you forget for a while at least.”

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. Their mouths met hard. He kissed her like he meant it, deep and rough. Her hands moved fast, tugging at his buttons.

He ripped her soaked top open and the fabric tore. He yanked her scrubs down her legs and tossed them aside. Her bra came off next, then her panties.

Naked, she reached for him. He shoved his pants down as his cock sprang free, thick and hard. He climbed over her, pushed her legs apart, and slid two fingers straight into her pussy. She gasped loud. He pumped them fast, curling them, drawing out wet sounds.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her hips lifting.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust. She cried out, her back arching. He was big. It stung, but she wanted it.

He flipped them so she was on top. She tried to ride him, but he gripped her ass with both hands and slammed up into her, hard and fast.

Skin slapped against skin. She fell forward onto his chest. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her like he was punishing her, deep strokes that made her whimper every time he bottomed out.

“I’m gonna cum,” He growled.

He thrust up harder and spilled inside her. Hot pulses filled her. She shook on top of him, moaning through her own orgasm.

They didn’t stop. He rolled her onto her back again, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her a second time. Then a third. Each round rougher than the last. She lost count of how many times she came before she finally passed out.

.....

Morning light stabbed through the gaps in the curtains. Liora woke with a pounding headache as she sat up slowly.Her body ached everywhere. Thighs sore, back scratched, neck bitten.

She looked down. She had no clothes on. The sheets stuck to her skin.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

She tried to stand. Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the edge of the bed and stayed there until the dizziness passed. Flashes came back. The stranger's hands, his cock stretching her. The way he kept going even when she was shaking.

She scanned the floor. Her scrubs lay in pieces. Top ripped down the front. Pants torn at the waist. Bra and panties missing.

“Jesus Christ.”

A sleek black box sat on the stool near the bed. She wrapped the sheet around herself and opened it. Inside was a new dress, he seems thoughtful.

She looked under the stool and picked up a small red card from the floor. One side said “Skyhigh Suites” in silver. The other side had a single letter: J.

No phone number or name. Just J.

She carried the card and the dress into the bathroom. The mirror showed the damage. Bite marks on her breasts, bruises on her hips, fingerprints on her thighs. She turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water. It stung the marks but she scrubbed anyway, washing away the sweat and come.

After she dried off, she pulled the new dress over her head. It fit perfectly, hugging her body. She looked at herself again. She looked different from yesterday. Not better, just different.

She stuffed the torn clothes into a plastic bag she found under the sink, grabbed her purse, and slipped the red card inside it. Then she left the suite.

The club downstairs was quiet now, cleaners moving between tables. Morning sun hit her face when she stepped outside.

Liora stood on the sidewalk for a moment. Her head still throbbed. Her pussy was sore with every step.

She raised her hand for a cab. One stopped. She gave the driver her address, the old apartment she wouldn’t be returning to. She would pick up her things later.

As the cab drove, she turned the red card over in her fingers. J. She didn’t know if she would ever see him again. Part of her hoped she wouldn’t. Another part wondered what would happen if she did.

She slipped the card back into her bag and leaned her head against the window. The rain from last night had stopped. The streets were wet and shining.

For the first time since she walked in on Troy and Cassidy, Liora took a full breath. But she wouldn't lie to herself, it still hurt.