Authors Note: Just incase you haven't taken a glance at my Cast of Characters in my profile, in this story, the role of Annabel Cunningham, is being portrayed by Spice Girl, Emma Bunton ( "Baby Spice" ).

WARNING: This story contains strong language and strong elements of sexual content. If you can't handle that, I'd advise you not to read it. Otherwise, if you can, rock on and read! :

The electronica music in the dimly lit, plush and multi-level nightclub pulsated and pounded rhythmically throughout the spacious room, as swirls of multi-colored lights danced off of the maroon walls and grey floors that covered the extensive dance floor, where a sea of scantily clad young men and women danced and grinded against one another, in sync with the beats that were pumping out of the two sets of large speakers that surrounded the small stage at the back of the room. The Key Club, known for being one of the hottest establishments in the downtown Hollywood area, was usually the place to be on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. Local VIP residents and celebrities, who, had be-friended the bouncer almost never had to wait in the incredibly long line that usually stretched along down Sunset Boulevard, and were admitted in before the big crowd began to gather, at the peak of the evening hours. However, on this particular Monday night, there weren't people crawling over one another to get in. In fact, aside from the usual beligerent drunks, and rowdy teenagers that often came only to try and swindle a beer from one of their older friends, the club itself was relatively mellow this evening.

Not too crowded and mellow, just the way Victor Bane wanted it. As amusing as it was at times to witness such a spectacle made by the drunks or the rowdy teenagers, he wasn't in the mood to deal with any sort of drama or trouble at the moment. Seated at the long oak bar along the far left wall, Victor was clad in a black Armani suit jacket with a white and blue pinstriped shirt beneath, matching black slacks, and black leather dress shoes. A half-empty glass of scotch sat on the polished bar in front of him. It was his second glass for the evening, but it wasn't about to be his last. For being such a rugged man, standing at pricely six feet, two inches, and weighing in at around two hundred and ten pounds, it usually took more than a couple drinks to get him fully wasted. On most ocassions, if a person came to a bar or club solo, it was usually to drown out their sorrows, which would almost always send them home in a cab. A cab that mind you, the bartender would more than likely have to call for them.

In Victor's case, however, he hadn't come there this particular evening to drown out his sorrows, because, well, he had no sorrows. Some might consider him to be nothing more than a heartless, presumptuous, and arrogant son of a bitch, but there was far more to him than that. He sure as hell wasn't one of those fucking losers that looked back on his past transgressions with shame. In fact, he admired them proudly and saw them as accomplishments. Accomplishments that he could one day share with his one true love. That is, if he ever found a woman he deemed worthy enough to be his true love, his Queen, his better half. This evening, he was on a mission and that mission revolved around the attractive ladies that surrounded him. He had arrived no more than twenty minutes ago, but he was in no hurry to leave. In fact, he was just getting comfortable. Stealing a glance at his watch, he found it was only ten minutes after ten. The night was still young. He had plenty of time to find that choice female that would make his mouth water and his cock spring to attention.

He stole a glance in either direction of the nearly vacant bar, but aside from a tall, muscular young man in his late twenties with short, spikey jet black hair, piercing brown eyes and gowtee, who, was seated four stools down to his right nursing a bottle of Bud Light, everyone else, and especially the ladies, were out on the dance floor. Sighing wearily, he raised the glass of scotch to his lips, tossing his head back and finishing what was left inside of it before calling to the bartender, informing him he would have another. The bartender nodded his head in regard and refilled his glass. With a nod of appreciation back at the tall hispanic man, Victor raised the glass back up to his lips to take a guzzle, but froze at the sound of a familiar female voice to his right, his dark brows furrowing considerably.

"Hello. Gin and tonic, please."

Holy shit! He'd know that British and innocent little voice anywhere. Slowly turning his head, he laid his deep-set green eyes upon the slim and petite young blonde that slid onto the stool beside him, wearing what appeared to be a simple low-cut black dress with some strappy black heels. He blinked, cocking his head to see her face past the few strands of her shoulder-length hair that had fallen into it, his sensuous lips instantly curling into a smile. "Annabel?"

The blonde suddenly turned her head to look over in his direction, leaving no further doubts in his mind about who she was. "Victor!" Her large blue eyes--more clearly defined by a coat of dark eyeliner at the moment--lit up in both delight and recognition, as her pretty pink lips spread into a bright white smile. "Oh my God, hello!" She extended both of her arms out to him, pulling him into a hug. "What are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you here!"

Although he was a bit taken off guard by her sudden urge to hug him, especially being that he wasn't exactly the cuddly type, much less the hugging type, he figured he would at least be friendly. Placing both of his large hands upon her curvy waistline, he turned his head to kiss her cheek before pulling back and gazing into her eyes. Those eyes that always seemed to captivate him, and that face, there was no way he could ever forget that sweet, innocent but attractive little baby face of hers. "Well, I gotta admit, I didn't exactly expect to see you here either, sweetheart. You're certainly a long way from home. How've you been?"

Annabel glanced down at the bar as soon as the bartender set her drink down in front of her, thanking him as a proper lady would. "I've been just splendid, thank you. What about you, Vic? How've you been?"

He took a sip from his glass before turning towards her, letting his eyes roam over her figure for the second time, noticing a long silver diamond heart-shaped locket that hung around her neck, stopping just above her perfect, shapely and tantalizing clevage. "I've been pretty splendid myself," he replied, his lips stretching into a smirk. His brows furrowed in consideration, watching as she took a sip from her glass, "James didn't tell me you were in town."

"Mmm," Annabel moaned softly, savoring the taste of the alcoholic beverage before bringing the glass down, that single moan causing his cock to grow increasingly harder beneath his slacks. "Well, there's a perfectly good explaination for that one. He doesn't know."

His brows arched expectantly, "really."

She nodded her head with a soft, child-like giggle, "yes, really."

"Well, I know my buddy, James, doesn't exactly keep in touch with most people back home, but at the very least, I would think he would know his baby sister is in town." He remarked with another smirk. "Unless your little visit was meant to be a surprise."

"Actually, that's exactly what I intended it to be, a surprise. You see, Henry...you remember Henry, don't you?"

His forehead wrinkled in thought, "you're going to have to refresh my memory, sweetie pie."

Annabel's jaw went slack for a minute, a light laugh escaping her, "I can't believe you don't remember. I'm talking about my husband, Henry. Henry Jenkins, he's only one of the UK's biggest record executives. I could have sworn I introduced the two of you to one another at the wedding last Spring. Did I not?"

A memory flashed in Victor's head, his eyes narrowing considerably. He pursed his lips, nodding his head in regard. "Ah, yes, that Henry," he spoke flatly. "How could I forget?"

Truth be told, he'd like to forget the bastard. He remembered Henry all right. Not because he was such a big shot record executive, but because the son of a bitch, regardless of whether or not he had been brought up in an upper class and refined family, had taken an obvious dislike to him at the wedding. It was obvious from the dirty and suspicious looks he had received from the man that he was onto him, that he sensed something in him wasn't right. Although he had expressed to James that the man held a grudge against him, James didn't seem to know what on earth he was talking about, and just shrugged his words off, insisting that he give Henry a chance. Like hell he would ever give him a chance. A chance to what? Find out his was a cold-blooded criminal, try and put him behind bars, maybe sway Annabel and James to his side while he's at it?

Clenching his teeth together, he shrugged off the tension that had suddenly built up in his shoulders, and turned his attention back to his glass of scotch, raising it to his lips to take another guzzle, as Annabel proceeded to tell him all about her reason for flying all the way out to Los Angeles, whether he was listening or not.

"So, since Henry seemed a bit busy back in London managing this new pop act, I decided to take a bit of a well deserved vacation and fly out here to L.A. to visit my big brother," she placed a small but perfectly manicured hand upon his elbow, flashing him another bright white smile, "and I couldn't possibly forget his irresistably charming and strapping best mate, Vic."

Upon feeling her hand upon his elbow, a surge of heat rushed towards his crotch. As irritating as both of James' sisters could be at times, it was nosy Eileen that Victor couldn't stand, not Annabel. Eileen had a nasty little habit of prying into other people's business. She was a gossip, a tease and a sneaky little bitch, who had a knack for playing mind games with him the few times he had flew to Cambridge with James for The Cunningham's yearly family get togethers. Fortunately, Annabel was different. She didn't play games, and she wasn't the type to pry into his personal life unless he himself let her in on it, and if he didn't, well, he could rest assured that she would know better than to butt her nose in where it didn't belong. He turned his head to meet her gaze, a smug smile stretching across his face, "irresistably charming and strapping, huh?"

Annabel gave his elbow a squeeze and nodded her head. "Absolutely. I know it's been quite a few years since we've seen each other, but from where I'm sitting," she gave him a quick once over, "you haven't changed a bit." She sent him a wink before turning towards the bar, raising her glass to her lips once again and taking another sip.

He pursed his lips together, letting his eyes roam over her figure, only longer than before, noticing the way the slinky garment clinged to her delicate little body in all the right places. They say when the cat's away the mouse will play, and the same rings true for married women and their hard-working yet absent husbands. The possibilities of the evening were starting to look better and better by the minute. In fact, his mouth was watering already. "Neither have you, sweetheart. Neither have you. You certainly seem to have kept yourself in shape from what I see."

She chuckled. "I suppose I do get quite a bit of exercise from my tennis and yoga classes."

His brows arched expectantly at that new bit of information, although he wouldn't have pegged her as the type of woman who played sports. If she was into yoga, however, that must mean she was awfully flexible. He could only imagine the numerous ways in which she could bend that body of hers in the bedroom. A mischievous smirk crossed his face, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "So, when did you get in?" He knew one thing he'd like her to be in right now, and it wasn't just his bed.

"A couple hours ago actually, but I thought it best to wait until sometime tomorrow to drop in on James. I don't really think the morning would be appropriate, since we both know how cranky he can be round that time of day. I'll probably shoot for sometime in the afternoon maybe. I don't want to disturb him while he's at work." She set her glass back down on the bar before turning herself towards him, crossing her left leg over her right, "would you happen to know what time I might be able to catch him?"

The moment she turned herself towards him and crossed those smooth and shapely legs of hers, he forgot entirely about his drink and everyone else around him. As far as he was concerned, he and Annabel were the only two people in the room. His cock jerked in anticipation as he turned himself towards her, his right knee brushing against the inside of her ankle as he did so. Stealing a glance down at those hot little legs of hers, his brought his gaze back up to meet with hers, his brows furrowing inquisitively, forgetting for a minute that she had even asked him a question, much less what the question was. "Sorry, what was that?"

Her cheeks flushed as she averted her gaze downward. A soft and rather nervous chuckle escaped her as she tugged at the bottom hem of her dress in an attempt to cover herself up a little. With a clear of her throat, she brought her gaze back to his face. "I was wondering if you knew what time I might be able to catch James tomorrow, you naughty boy." She retorted, a smile stretching her lips as she gave his shoulder a light shove.

Ordinarily, if she were any other woman, and definitely not his best friend's sister, he would not be so quick as to take that little shove from her, despite the fact that it had been nothing more than a playful one. In fact, he'd probably have warned her not to fuck with him or better yet, grabbed her wrist tightly and shoved her off the stool. For the moment, however, he figured he'd just let it slide. If he really wanted to, he could make her pay for that later...in his own special way. "Me? Naughty?" An evil grin slowly curled his lips as he leaned in, murmuring heatedly into her ear, "sweetheart, you have no idea."

She placed one of her hands against his chest, keeping him from going any further, as her smile faltered, "Victor, darling, I really think its best we don't let our hormones impair our better judgement at the moment."

He shook his head as he set his right hand upon her thigh, "I don't know what you're talking about." Turning his head, he let his lips brush against the curve of her neck, delighting in the fact that he felt her tremble and her neck pulsating rapidly beneath those lips, "after all, there's nothing wrong with a little physical contact between mutual acquaintances."

A discouraged sigh escaped Annabel's lips, "Victor, darling, I'm a married woman, remember?"

Exhaling sharply, Victor pulled back, gazing deeply into her eyes. "Yes, I do remember, and I also remember you telling me that your husband's all the way in London, thousands and thousands of miles away from the greater Los Angeles area."

"Technically, yes, he's all the way in London, but he's still my husband and I do still love him," she argued.

He pursed his lips together, his eyes narrowing considerably. "You do?"

"Yes." Her gaze fell upon her glass, letting the tip of her index finger encircle the brim. "I'm really sorry, Victor, but I just don't think it would be right."

Looks like I'm going to have to go for the hard sell. He sighed wearily. "Listen, sweetheart, you said it yourself that this was a well deserved vacation for you, and if you ask me, I think you deserve it so why not do what any other woman would do in your situation, and take advantage of it for all its worth." He looked intently at her face, searching for some trace of sadness in her eyes or features, but he saw none, leaving him to press further, "you know, for a beautiful young woman such as yourself, it can't always be easy being married to such a big record executive, can it?"

The corners of Annabel's mouth turned down into a frown as she exuded a deep sigh. "Certainly not, but Henry so has his heart set on making me a star. I've always wanted to be a well-known vocalist, whether it be in England or in the states, and with a voice like mine, he definitely thinks I've got what it takes to go far."

"And has he set the stage yet for this extraordinary little career of yours?"

"Well, no, not yet..." A pout came upon her lips as she grabbed her glass and took a quick but large gulp, setting it back onto the bar before looking up at him, "but he's definitely working on it. He told me so himself."

He pursed his lips, lightly nodding his head in understanding. The whole thing sounded like a bunch of bullshit to him, but of course, he knew he couldn't come right out and tell her that. It would only succeed in raising her defenses and that would not be wise to do, especially now that he had her attention. "He told you so, but he hasn't done a single thing to compensate for it. With such a demanding career like his and so many clients to watch over, I would think, at the very least, he would make time to work on his wife's potential career."

She fell quiet for a few long seconds, looking woefully down at her lap. "Not at the moment, he hasn't."

He shook his head in disbelief. "I don't mean to pry, sweetheart, but...he hasn't been around much lately, has he?"

Annabel sighed softly. "No. In fact, he's been awfully busy for the past three weeks, running from here to there, having meetings with bands, fellow record executives, loads and loads of people that I've never met before, and it seems as though I can't get a single minute alone with him anymore."

Smiling inwardly, Victor's features remained somber as he continued nodding his head, if only to appear as though he were actually listening or rather, cared, about what she was telling him. A scoff escaped his lips, "I'm not surprised." With his left elbow resting against the bar, he reached his right hand out and placed it upon her left, which, was resting against her thigh. "It must be hard, sitting at home alone every night, waiting, hoping that your husband will leave work early or rather, set aside all his demands if only to come home...and give you one night of pleasure."

She shook her head with a weary groan. "Unbelievably hard." Looking down at his hand upon hers, a small smile crossed her face. She turned her palm face up, allowing him to hold it, and lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You have absolutely no idea what it's like, how lonesome it can get. Curling up bed in my pajamas with my teddy and a bottle of Merlot has become a bit of a routine these days. I miss the first few weeks of our marriage terribly. It was such a lovely time, he fancied the candlelit and cozy evenings we shared on the sofa ever so much, and so did I. I don't know what's happened to him. We don't seem to be seeing much of each other anymore, and it's only been a year since we got married."

He glanced down at their linked hands, pleased that she hadn't pulled her hand away. Things were starting to move in a better direction, and this was proof of that. A weary sigh escaped him as he gazed back into her shimmering eyes. "What's happened to him, sweetheart, is he's become too wrapped up in the glitz and glamour of his big lucrative career, to take into consideration the thoughts and feelings of his nearest and dearest friends and family. There's really not a whole hell of a lot you can do about it, sweetie pie, because it's a way of life. I've seen the same thing happen to a lot of women. No matter what continent you live in, it's not long before the flame of a marriage starts to burn out and it becomes hard to live with a person, especially one who's hardly ever around. The way I see it, you've left London for about a week, right?"

Bringing her free hand up to her chest, her fingers closed around the locket hanging around her neck, a deep and discouraged scowl present upon her face. "Possibly two. I don't know. I haven't yet decided. I've brought enough clothes with me for about another week, but often times, things do tend to change without notice. I suppose we'll see."

Oh he hoped it would possibly be two, but with the discouragement on her face, there was a good chance that could end up happening. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as he gently nodded his head, "possibly two. So, if you've flown practically half-way across the world to give yourself this much needed vacation, and your husband is back in London, clearly too busy to give you a minute of his time let alone a pleasant evening, what's the harm in letting yourself experience this pleasure you crave...if only for one night?" He held her gaze, his heart beating a little faster in his chest and his cock twitching beneath his slacks in anticipation of her answer.

Annabel sighed softly, chewing on her bottom and looking down at her locket, his fingers rubbing against the sterling silver. After a brief hesitation, she met his gaze, placing her right hand upon his shoulder, her brows drawing together considerably, speakingly softly, "one night?"

He leaned in a little closer, letting go of her hand and placing that hand upon her waist, his lips merely inches away from her own. "One night," he spoke as softly as she had but in a seductive tone of voice, glancing down at her lips and then bringing his eyes back to hers. "I promise, you won't be disappointed."

Her eyes fell shut for a moment as she took in a shallow breath. When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell upon his lips, a pensive expression appearing on her face. "Oh Vic, darling, I just don't know. I would love to, I really would, but the thing is, I love Henry. I really do. I can't even imagine how crushed he'd be if he found--"

Without giving her the chance to say another word, let alone debate with him, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, in an attempt to not only sway her decision, but also to hush her in his own special way. An initial moan of surprise escaped her at the sudden kiss, but after a couple seconds, she got comfortable with it and responded, removing the hand that was on his shoulder and placing it against the nape of his neck. He smiled against her lips, delighted and at the same time, expecting she would give in once he showed her exactly what she had to look forward to. There was no way in hell she could push aside her feelings for him now, even if she tried. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel it through the heat of their lips, the warmth of her hand against his neck, and the sound of her soft moans. If this wasn't a woman screaming for a night filled with multiple orgasms, he didn't know what was.

"Vic, darling, are you sure we should be doing this?" She murmured against his lips.

He sighed wearily, shaking his head and pressing his lips against her neck, moaning softly, "I won't tell if you won't."

"Oh my dear Lord..." Her eyes fell shut, another moan escaping her.

He chuckled softly against the tender skin of her neck, placing a few more kisses along the curve of it. Placing her left hand against the side of his face, she brought his lips back to hers, to which he moaned in response. The hand that was on her waist traveled up her thigh, stopped on her knee and pushed her left leg down, as he attempted to uncross her legs. As soon as her legs uncrossed, he quickly slipped that same hand beneath her dress, his fingers sliding up between her thighs and his fingertips brushing against what felt like--much to his delight--a pair of lace panties. He was just about to slip his hand inside those sexy little panties of hers, but before he had a chance to do so, she grabbed it suddenly, moaning audibly in debate and trying as she might to push his hand away from that area.

"Victor, please, stop..." Annabel murmured against his lips. She quickly pulled back, placing her right hand on his shoulder, and stealing a quick glance around the area. "We're in public, we can't do this here, and quite frankly, I'm not even sure we should be doing this."

Exhaling sharply, he took a quick look around, his blood already starting to boil hot with fury, a fury that he would love to let loose upon her, right there and then. However, if he wanted to protect his image and keep her interested, he knew he had to remain calm. For the moment. Being forceful with her would not work to his advantage right now. In fact, it would only push her away. James would never forgive him if he wound up hurting his little sister. Glancing down at the hand that she had a hold of, he took in a deep breath, attempting to calm his brewing temper and pulled it back, placing it upon his right thigh. Aside from the bartender and gowtee guy at the other end of the bar, everyone else was completely oblivious and far too absorbed in the pulse pounding music to notice what was going on around them. If Annabel wasn't so prim and proper, he had no doubt in his mind that she would be just like any other little slut, who, would be more than willing to screw him in a dark corner of that club, whether they were in public or not. In fact, he'd put money on it.

"I'm terribly sorry, Vic, but I've never been one for shagging, let alone snogging in public places. It really makes me a bit squeamish. I'm sorry, it's just not my cup of tea." She turned herself back to the bar, his eyes narrowing incriminatingly as he watched her grab her glass and take a sip from it.

"Obviously," he muttered under his breath, just before clearing his throat and tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. He grabbed his glass of scotch, taking another guzzle before setting it back down on the bar. Glancing down at her body once more, he placed his hand back on her thigh, leaned in, and murmured seductively into her ear, "let's go back to my place."

She nearly choked on her liquor the moment he placed that hand upon her thigh. "Bullocks," she cursed softly, placing the glass back down on the bar and sighing deeply. Slipping her left hand beneath the bar, she grabbed a hold of his, turning her head to look over at him. He half-anticipated she would remove it or push it away, but Instead, she simply held firmly to it, as if preventing it from moving any higher or better yet...lower. "I'd love to, darling, really, I would, but--"

"We don't have to do anything," he cut in. "We can simply talk, perhaps even over a few drinks. What do you say?"

Pressing her fingertips against her lips, she chuckled softly, "a few more drinks? Oh, dear. I've gotta be completely honest, I never have been much of a big drinker. Two glasses of wine is about all I can take."

He exuded a chuckle of his own, "if wine is what you're craving, sweetie pie, I've got wine. In fact, I've got a fridge filled with the finest red wines, possibly better than any you've ever tasted. Red wine, white wine, scotch, Jack, tequila, even martinis, I've got the best of the best. If two glasses of wine is all you can take, sweetheart, two glasses is what you'll have. Nothing more, nothing less."

Annabel bit down on her bottom lip in contemplation, and he suddenly wished it was his cock. "Well, having a chat over a couple glasses of wine does sound lovely, but..." She stared down into her glass, shaking her head.

"I already told you, we don't have to do anything. Unless of course..." His eyes traveled down over her figure, licking his lips as he eyed her cleavage for a few long seconds before fixing his gaze upon her ass, "you want to." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "There's no harm in two friends having a very late night chat over drinks, is there?"

She shook her head. "Certainly not, but as far as wanting to do much of anything more, well, I can't very well make any promises about that one. I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Although she had clearly stated she wasn't makng any promises, her last words left much to be desired that even his errection jerked in anticipation of the possibility of what was to come. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before speaking soothingly into her ear, "personally, I think a night of sexual gratification is exactly what the doctor ordered, well, to remedy that little problem of yours of course." He sat back, flashing her a bright white and charming smile of his own.

Her cheeks flushed beet red as she brushed away a few loose strands of hair that had fallen into her face, and sighed softly. "Yes, well, as I said before, we'll just have to wait and see what develops before anything like that even comes to pass." She lifted her chin and gazed into his eyes, a sad smile appearing on her face. "I do apologize though in advance, if for any reason, tonight doesn't quite go as planned."

A soft chuckle escaped Victor's lips as he pulled his hand back and glanced down at the bar, "please." He waved her words off, "no need to apologize, sweetheart." Grabbing his half-empty glass of scotch, he tossed his head back as he finished off what was left inside of it, setting the glass back on the bar shortly after. He glanced back at her as he reached under his suit jacket and pulled out his wallet, "the only way tonight couldn't go as planned, is if you turned me down."

She took another sip from her gin and tonic, "mmm," she shook her head as she set down her glass, "you're far too charming and kind a chap for me to turn you down."

Smart girl, taking the bait...just as daddy wants her to. Oh yes, tonight would certainly go as planned, and he would see to it that it did. "That's what I thought." A cocky grin curled his lips as he slipped a twenty and a ten out of his wallet, tossing the bills onto the bar to pay for both of their drinks. "This one's on me."

"That's awfully kind of you, thank you," Annabel remarked with an appreciative nod.

"My pleasure." Returning his wallet to its place beneath his jacket, he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt before rising to his feet and offering his hand to her, looking over at her expectantly. "Shall we?"

She took one last sip from her glass, grabbed her purse and turned away from the bar, nodding her head as she set her much smaller hand in his, sliding off of the stool. "Yes, indeed we shall."

He gave her hand a soft squeeze before letting go and placing that same hand against the small of her back, leading her in the direction of the door. Stealing a glance back at the bar, he noticed gowtee guy was eyeing the two of them as they departed. After shaking his head in utter disbelief, gowtee guy sighed and signaled the bartender for another drink. If he had to guess, the kid was probably wallowing in his self misery, probably thinking something along the lines of, some guys have all the luck. He chuckled in amusement just thinking about it. While some guys might have all the luck, it certainly paid to be ruggedly handsome and have the charming and debonair attitude to go along with it.

Young men and women alike continued bumping and grinding against one another to the rythmic beats that were still pumping out of the speakers stationed at either sides of the stage. Two young women, one lanky blonde and one curvy brunette stumbled over their own feet about ten feet away from the club door, laughing hysterically, their arms hanging loosely around each other's shoulders. The brunette laughed so hard, she snorted, and began muttering on about how drunk they both were, despite how obvious it was to anyone within a twenty foot radius.

"Good Lord," Annabel shook her head at the drunken girls, "I can't believe how many women nowadays get off doing this sort of thing. How can one possibly become so plastered, that they forget how many drinks they've had in one evening?"

Victor stole a glance over in the drunken girls' direction with a roll of his eyes, partially tempted to walk over and make some sort of snide remark. Had Annabel not been with him, he probably would have. Perhaps take them both back to his car, knock them out, shove them in the trunk and drive them to his house, where he would awaken them, one at a time, maybe both, and have his own fun. Maybe force them to engage in a threesome of some sort with him. If they refused, he could always tie them up, torture them, and then kill them. Unfortunetly, these drunken little sluts were not his concern at the moment. Annabel Cunningham was his conquest this evening, and murder, as exciting and alive as it made him feel, wasn't what he was after tonight. However, if the opportunity and necessity arose, well...he might just have to engage in such a job, whether he had intended upon it or not.

The bouncer would handle the drunken sluts in his own way. That was their job anyway.

"It's got more to do with body mass than it does your memory, sweetheart." He retorted, following her out of the club and stepping out into the chilly evening air. There was a bit of a light breeze in the air, but compared to the past few nights, it wasn't cold enough that putting on a coat was necessary to prevent catching a virus. It had been about fourty five minutes since he had first arrived at the club, but regardless of how much time had passed, there were only ten people, at most, waiting in line along the building to get in.

"Well if that's how it is then, my brother must be a lightweight compared to myself. We both know he's gotten himself piss drunk more than either of us have." She giggled softly. "Boy, it's awfully chilly out, isn't it?"

"A little." He glanced over in Annabel's direction, noticing she was rubbing her hands along both of her arms and shivering. While he was tempted to offer her his jacket, he decided against it. God forbid she find the bowie knife inside of it and question his motives, in addition to exactly what kind of man he was. If she found that knife, her trust for him might in fact go straight out the window. James had done a hell of a job as it was preserving his image, not to mention, making absolute certain his family knew nothing of the crimes he aided and abetted Victor in from time to time.

"I didn't expect it to be this chilly. I really wish I hadn't been rushing out of my room and forgotten my coat."

Tugging at either sides of his suit jacket, he squared his shoulders with a clear of his throat. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he stepped up beside her, slipping his arm around her waist and abruptly pulling her close to his side. "Oh don't you worry, sweetie pie," he pressed a kiss to her temple before speaking seductively into her ear, "I'll keep you warm."

A soft smile appeared on her face at his show of affection. "That's really sweet of you, Vic. Thank you."

He chuckled softly, feeling the heat rushing towards his crotch once again at the sheer closeness of their bodies, "my pleasure." Pulling her along beside him, he headed west down the sidewalk, in the direction of his black Porsche 911, which was parked less than half-way down the block from the club itself.

"I assume we're going to your car."

"Yes, it's not too far from here."

"Oh, before I forget, I wanted to tell you, I've got me a room at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Are you able to give me a ride back afterward?"

He pursed his lips, cocking a brow at that question. Afterward, assuming he got everything he wanted from her that evening. After a few long seconds, he sighed softly, gently nodding his head in agreement, "I think I can arrange that."

"Great. I'd really do appreciate it." As they approached his car, Annabel's jaw suddenly went slack, her eyes widening in astonishment. "Oh my God! Is this your car here?" She chuckled softly, "no, this can't be it, can it?"

A grin curled his lips at her reaction. Exuding a hearty laugh, he pulled her closer to his side, if that was even remotely possible, "oh, this is definitely it." Letting his hand fall away from her waist, he reached under his suit jacket and fished out his car keys. Pointing the small handheld device attached to his key ring at the vehicle, the headlights flashed on and then off, indicating that the locking mechanism had been disabled. Stepping towards the passenger's side of the Porsche, he glanced over his shoulder at her. "I get paid thousands of dollars a year for the dozens upon dozens of hot little porns I direct, why would you ever expect anything less?"

She glanced down at the ground, her cheeks flushing in motification as she fiddled absentmindedly with the strap of her small black velvet handbag. "Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that. It just surprised me a bit, that's all, especially seeing as how I can't possibly recall you ever telling me what sort of car you drove, let alone showin' it to me, but I'm glad you have. It's magnificent!"

"If you like the car, sweetheart, wait till you see the house." He said, reaching out and opening the passenger's side door for her, his lips stretching into a smug smile as he turned to look back at her, waiting patiently for her to slip inside.

A bright white smile spread across her face as she stepped towards the car. "Well, if its expected to be as lovely as your car, I can't hardly wait." After thanking him for his gentlemenly show of appreciation, she slipped inside the car.

After shutting the door, he quickly walked around to his side of the car and slipped behind the wheel. He stole a glance over at her as he pulled on his seatbelt, "better hold on tight, baby, because I'm about to give you the ride of your life." He turned the key into ignition, the Porsche instantly roaring to life, adding one last remark before pulling onto the road and blazing forward, "consider it a preview of what's to come later."

Annabel let out a small cry of surprise as soon as the car thrust forward into the night, holding tightly to the door with her right hand and clutching her purse against her abdomen with her left. "Good Lord! Do you always drive at this pace?"

"Why?" He slowly turned his head in her direction, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Does it frighten you, Annabel?"

"Ah...a bit, yes. I'm more nervous by it, to be quite honest. We do get our share of reckless drivers in England, but not like this. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, you're faster a driver than most other men I've known." She slumped down in her seat and sighed softly. "I'm talking far too much, aren't I? I apologize. I swear, I'm not usually like this. It's only when I've injested a bit of alcohol that I tend to rattle on and on. Please, feel free to shut me up at anytime, honestly, I won't be offended."

He chuckled softly. "No need to apologize. After all, a little conversation now and then won't hurt anyone, but if you do insist on 'rattling on and on' as you say, not to worry, sweetie pie, I think I know just the perfect way to shut you up." He sent her a wink before turning his attention back on the road.

She giggled. "Oh you do, do you?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"And how might I ask do you plan on shutting me up?"

"Well, I'd tell you, but..." He sighed softly, glancing over in her direction, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. "Then I'd have to kill you."

A dumbfounded expression instantly crossed Annabel's face, and for a moment, he actually thought she might in fact be fearful of him, and what he could possibly do to her. Then, when he least expected it, suddenly, the look vanished and she exuded another childlike giggle. "Ohh, nice one Vic! You know, for a minute, you nearly had me there."

He chuckled softly, almost sinisterly. Oh, if only she knew. "I did, didn't I?"

"Absolutely! I'm sure you're got quite a knack for directing, but you're also quite the actor! Very convincing. You could certainly play the villian if someone had the nerve to put you in a movie of some sort, and you'd probably make loads of money doin' it too."

He tossed his head back and laughed maniacally. The fact that she had no idea who he really was, let alone the addiction he had for killing and raping countless women, was only becoming more amusing by the minute. As far as he could tell, she felt safe with him, and didn't see him as a threat. An evil grin spread across his face as he glanced over at her, just before sitting back in his seat, "you know, I've always aspired to play the villian. The thrills and chills you bring to an audience is certainly what makes playing the role so worthwhile."

"I imagine it must be quite the rush in the thick of it all."

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips. "Sweetheart, you have no idea."

For the remaining fifteen minutes of the ride, not much was said between the two of them. Every now and then, Annabel would glance outside of the window and comment about what a tacky but big city Los Angeles was, and how she'd always wanted to visit, but was a little disappointed by the looks of it, noting that it wasn't what she had expected it to be. He'd insisted that she never judge a book by its cover, which he knew was hypocritical of him to say since that's exactly what he did, well, when it came to the women of the world. However, by the time they arrived at the black iron gate to his majestic and private half-acre property, she seemed to have a change of heart. As soon as he fished out the small handheld remote from the console box between the seats, he stuck his arm outside the window to open the gate before driving through and entering his property. High fieldstone walls surrounded the property on all sides, in addition to numerous firs and oak trees.

As he followed the long cobblestone drive up to his two-story white and grey victorian mansion, Annabel's eyes roamed curiously around the spacious front yard and commented on not only how big, but how lovely it all was. She blinked back her astonishment suddenly as his house came into view. "Oh, my God."

He stole a glance over at her with a cocky smile, delighted to see her reaction. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby."

Annabel's jaw went slack as soon as he drove left, past the large black marble statue of himself, sitting in the center of the spacious cobblestone paved courtyard, and stopped the Porsche in front of his two car garage. The statue stood on a large square pedestal, which was surrounded by a low black iron fence, and illuminated on all sides by black solar lamps. "My God, that's manificent! Did you make that yourself?"

He stole a glance back at the statue. "No. Actually, it was a gift from the husband of one of my former patients I had back when I was a plastic surgeon. He gave it to me a few years ago as a reward, for doing such a bang-up job on his wife's tits and face lift." That wasn't the only thing he had lifted. He had also lifted his cock into his wife's ass. He froze, suddenly noticing some movement within the shadows of the night and between the surrounding trees and shrubs.

"Really? Well its lovely, definitely catches your eye from a far." She turned her head, peeking out of the passenger's side window once more and looking back at the statue, a gasp suddenly escaping her, "oh and you have a dog!"

His blinked, noticing one of his four rottweilers had stepped out of the shadows. It watched the car intently from the opposite side of the yard, about twenty yards away, its beady black eyes glowing red within the darkness. Without warning, the large mutt came scurrying towards the car, and another few seconds later, another followed.

"Two dogs!" Annabel cried. "Oh, Vic, I absolutely love dogs!" She turned and grabbed the door handle, about to get out of the car, but Victor quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so.

"Ah, ah, ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you, sweetheart."

"Why ever not? Victor, dear, I just wanted to pet them. Do you have something against me being kind to your dogs?"

"I might not have a problem with it, but they will. They aren't friendly." He neglected to tell her that he had in fact trained them that way, in addition to his sole purpose for having them was to be his maiming and killing machines. "For your own safety, it would probably be best if you kept your distance from them."

When Annabel pulled her hand away from the door, he let go of her arm and she leaned back, relaxing in her seat and sighing. "All right, if that's how you feel, I'll just refrain from petting them then." She crossed her arms comfortably over her chest.

"Good girl." Reaching up to press a button in the small console space in the roof of the car, the garage door in front of them began to lift up into its frame. Putting the car in gear, he pulled the car forward and drove into the space, the automated florescent lights hanging from above blinking on as he did so.

He doubted that his rottweilers would follow them into the garage. Despite the fact that dogs were known for having a keen sense of smell, he hadn't trained his babies to enter into his personal living quarters unless absolutely necessary. In the event that he was holding some random little slut captive, and she happened to escape while he was either asleep or away, he could rest assured they would break through the glass of the windows or doors to his backyard. They would do so to prevent her escape and detain her, at least until he could get a hold of her himself. In this case, he hoped they would have enough sense not to enter into the garage, whether or not they had smelled Annabel or not. He parked the car, stealing a glance in the rearview mirror as he pressed the button above his head once again to shut the door behind them. There were no dogs at the rear of the car. He stole a glance in the side mirror. No dogs there either.

Good boys. He thought to himself, his lips stretching into a smirk as the garage door rolled down into place. Aside from a couple red and black steel tool chests, a few black foldable metal chairs leaning against the wall, a ladder, and some paint cans and supplies, he didn't keep much of anything in his garage. After shutting off the engine, he stole a glance over at Annabel before slipping out of the driver's side and walking around the car to open the door for her. He held his hand out for her to take and she willingly accepted it. She grabbed her purse and then placed her hand in his, thanking him as she slipped out of the car and shut the door behind her.

Placing his right hand against the small of her back, he led her towards the door off to the left to enter into the rest of his house, his eyes shifting in either direction of the garage, half anticipating that one of his babies might have pulled a fast one on their master and snuck in while he had been parking the car. However, if that were true, he would have probably heard their feet padding against the cement floor or some other sound to indicate their presence. He heard nothing.

"Are they guard dogs?"

He glanced over his shoulder at Annabel as they entered the dark laundry room, his brows furrowing inquisitively. "Excuse me?"

"Your dogs. Are they your security?" She inquired.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Something like that."

For someone as naive as her, she was certainly intuitive. He didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. In a sense, it could prove to be a very good thing in the bedroom, but if she made him angry, well, her intuitiveness could prove to be a problem. While he would love the idea of chasing her, there was still the risk of her finding out just how dangerous a man he really was. He had to protect his image, not only for his sake, but also for James'. Although James might not care as much if Annabel found out instead of his other sister, it would only be a matter of time before news traveled to his mother, and if that bitch found out, well, it would not only screw up James' relationship with his beloved mother, but possibly put the two of them behind bars.

Within the small laundry room, besides the washer and dryer, Victor kept the usual cleaning supplies such as brooms, mops, dusters and the like. Although he did like a tidy and clean house, he didn't do any of the cleaning. He had a maid for that. A maid in which his rottweilers had miraculously taken a liking to, enough that they wouldn't harm her, unless of course they got the impression that she was doing something she shouldn't be doing, but Victor made damn sure she didn't. The only areas in his house that he wouldn't allow the hot little bitch to poke her nose in, and he made damn sure to lock up before she arrived, were his study, his basement, and one particular drawer and cupboard beneath his bathroom sink.

She was Kelly, the older sister to his personal assistant, Lucy, at Bane Entertainment. She stopped by daily to clean the house, after he went into work. He didn't worry too much about her double crossing him, not only because she seemed so hot for him, but because she was so intent on pleasing him and serving him to the best of her ability, much like Lucy. Contrary to what she might say, he knew damn well that her intent to please him went far beyond just housework, just as he knew Lucy's intent to please him went beyond being his assistant.

"I thought so," she remarked with a nod, just before Victor opened the second door to the laundry room, and led her through it into the rest of his house. "Boy, it's awfully dark in here, isn't it?"

He chuckled softly, walking ahead of her, past the one downstairs bathroom, his pool table, and turning right to enter his shadowy, bachelor-esque and spacious black and red leather furnished living room. "Afraid of the dark, huh sweetheart?" To be honest, he was more of a threat to her than the darkness itself. An amused smirk crossed his face at that thought, as he held back the urge to exude another chuckle.

"No, not really." She replied, the heels of her shoes clicking against the hard cherry wood floorboards. "It's just a bit hard to see where I'm going, and I certainly wouldn't want to trip over anything, you know?"

"Of course." Stepping towards the square cherry end table beside the red leather couch, he reached out and turned on the small red shaded, round crystal based lamp that sat on top, a warm glow immediately filling the spacious room.

Annabel's eyes widened in astonishment as she let her eyes wander, taking a moment to scrutinize her surroundings, from the beautiful paintings on the walls of numerous naked women's bodies, to the furniture, and to his white modern and quietly dramatic kitchen that sat in the far right hand corner of the first floor, adjacent to the living room. "Good gracious Victor! Your home is lovely! I can't believe how big it all is! It seems almost as big as Cunningham palace. I feel as though I'm in a castle. James told me you had a cracking good home, but I never expected it to be as incredible as it is! All this space for one chap?"

A cocky grin spread across his face as he turned around to face her, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt, "what can I say? I've always dreamt of living in a mansion fit for a King. I wouldn't accept anything less." Turning on his heels, he stepped around the couch, and walked towards the back wall to flip the light switch on, between the two tall oak cupboards and the sliding glass doors that led out to his huge backyard. His backyard contained a ten foot deep pool as well as a spa. His four rottweilers large private kennel sat just behind the garage. The kitchen was illuminated by numerous disc-shaped ceiling lights, with oak and white laminate cupboards, a stainless steel sink and refridgerator, black granite countertops, and a breakfast nook. Just behind the kitchen, at the front of the house, to the right of the door was his contemporary style dining room.

"Well you've certainly proved that much to be true," Annabel giggled. "You do seem to act and carry yourself with a certain amount of nobility and class fitting of a King."

He chuckled softly, stealing a glance over at her and smiling smugly, as he crossed the room and entered the breakfast nook. "On certain ocassions, yes, I suppose I do." Slipping out of his suit jacket, he draped it over the back of one of the plush black wooden legged chairs, which surrounded the round black granite kitchen table in the breakfast nook. He then stepped towards the small mini bar adjacent to the table, bent down to retrieve two clean wine glasses from the rack beside the fridge, and set them on top of the narrow white laminate countertop. "Merlot, was it?" He inquired, glancing over his shoulder at her before reaching down once more and opening the glass door on the mini fridge, scanning over the numerous bottles of wine inside.

"Merlot? Oh! Yes, indeed."

"Merlot it is." Finding the one he was looking for, he pulled it out, glanced at the label for a second, extracted the cork and then proceeded to fill the two glasses, stopping half an inch beneath the brim of each of them. After he stuck the cork back into the bottle and set it onto the countertop, he grabbed both glasses and turned, crossing towards her. His lips stretched into a smirk as he handed her the glass in his left hand.

"Thank you." She smiled appreciatively and took the glass from him.

He nodded his head in regard. "Ninety seventy eight."

Her brows furrowed inquisitively. "Sorry?"

"The year. It cost quite a pretty penny to get a hold of a bottle dated that far back, but for such a ripe and savory taste, it was well worth the money. Don't you agree?" His impatience seemed to get the better of him as Annabel started to ramble again, but he held back the temptation to roll his eyes and instead, fixed his gaze upon her breasts. Christ, he wished he could be that silver locket around her neck!

"You know, now that you mention it, I have read about that somewhere, that the year tends to have quite a bit of an effect on the taste. I really can't say it matters much to me since I seem to take whatever's there." She glanced down at her wine glass, but didn't seem to notice that his eyes were elsewhere, and simply continued on. "I'm sure I would've remembered the taste if I'd had a bottle dated this far back. I don't think I have though. I suppose I'll just have to decide for myself, won't I?"

Victor brought his gaze back to her face almost immediately after she'd stopped yakking. "Yes, I suppose you will." He raised his glass to hers, "cheers."

Annabel started to raise her glass to his but froze suddenly and pulled her arm back. "Wait. Shouldn't we make a toast first?"

He pursed his lips, cocking a brow of interest her way and then gently nodding his head. "Sure, why not. And what exactly are we toasting to?"

"To..." A pensive expression crossed her face for about two seconds and then she smirked, raising her glass to him once more. "To good friends, good fun, and over all, just a splendid evening!"

Raising his glass, he clinked his against hers, chuckling softly as his lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Good fun indeed. I'll certainly drink to that." Preferably that fun of hers would be fulfilled riding his cock. He eyed her over the rim of his glass as he raised it to his lips, taking a guzzle. "Please, make yourself at home," he insisted, motioning towards the couch with the glass in his hand.

"Thank you Victor." She nodded in regard and pivoted on her heels. After setting her handbag down on the coffee table, she sat down on the couch, just as he hoped she would. If only to give him the advantage of being closer to her. "That's awfully kind of you, but then again, as long as I've known you, you have always been a gentlemen." She smirked, crossing her right leg over her left and taking a quick sip of her wine.

The moment he noticed her cross her legs, a surge of heat rushed up into his groin and he felt his cock twitch beneath his slacks. Her dress had managed to hike up with her movement, definitely more than it had back at the bar, and in this warm light, her legs looked even more shapely and alluring than earlier. He licked his lips and without hesitation, walked over to join her, leaving no more than a foot of space between them. "The more beautiful the woman, the more gentlemen I can be."

Her cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink as she averted her gaze downward at her glass. "Oh Vic, please, stop, you're making me blush." She pointed a finger at him, "you're awfully good at that, you know?"

He chuckled softly, "sweetheart, you'd be surprised at some of the things I'm good at."

Annabel nearly choked on her wine at those words. She quickly brought the glass down and brought her hand up to her mouth, coughing lightly. "Bugger."

"Whoa!" Another chuckle escaped his lips as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "You all right there, sweetheart?"

She placed her hand against her chest and nodded her head gently. "Mm, yes. I'm fine, thank you. I suppose I was drinking a bit too fast."

He bit back the arrogant smirk that wanted to cross his face, half wondering if she actually believed that to be a fact or if she was simply covering up her own arrousal. If he slipped his hand beneath that tight and slinky little dress of hers, he wouldn't be surprised if she was already wet. In fact, he anticipated it. Rather than make any sort of smart ass remark that would give it away that he knew, he decided to remain quiet. For now. As the two polished off their first glass of wine, they made small talk. Annabel talked about the fun she had been getting up to in England for the past couple of weeks, singing in different karaoke bars, trying to get her talent out there, how she seemed to prefer and missed the sunny Southern California weather over the numerous dark and rainy days in her hometown, and how much she'd missed having him and James around Cunningham palace.

As much as this little chit chat was getting more than a little boring, and despite the numerous times she seemed to go on and on, he tried mercifully to sit through it, at least long enough until she had some alcohol in her system. Considering what she'd told him back in the car, he was wondering whether or not more alcohol would be the wise decision to loosening her up a little to get his way, or at the very least, enable him to ram his cock inside her ass. Now, as they started on their second glass of wine, her insistence to shift the conversation back to him was a nice change of pace. Maybe she would move this evening along before he had to take matters into his own hands, literally.

"So, Vic, what else have you been getting up to besides work these days?"

His lips curled into a charming smile as he gazed heatedly into her eyes. "You mean, aside from giving unlimited amounts of pleasure to the ladies in the greater Los Angeles area?"

"Vic..." Annabel's nose scrunched up as she giggled softly. She shook her head in disbelief, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. "You naughty boy! You know I didn't mean it like that." He grinned wickedly with a chuckle before taking another guzzle from his glass. "I meant more along the lines of what you've been doing. I don't spend nearly as much time with you as my brother, but come on, you must have other hobbies besides shagging and chatting up random birds in bars. Right?"

He gazed somberly into her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, mischief shining in his deep-set and steely green eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do."

She took a quick sip of her wine before smiling softly. "There, see, I knew you must of had something. Go on then, tell me. What else do you like to do? What are your other hobbies?"

He sighed softly, switching his glass from his right hand to his left, before leaning himself back against the couch, crossing his right leg over his left. "I don't know whether or not you'd consider it much of a hobby, but..." Shrugging it off, he took a large gulp of wine. To James, it was an addiction. To anyone else, it would undoubtedly be seen as behavior of a psychopath, on his way to both an afterlife in hell and a sentence on death row, but to him, in many ways, it was a lot like a hobby.

"Oh, what is it, Vic? Tell me. I'm dying to know!"

He held her gaze, pursing his lips, his eyes narrowing considerably. She's 'dying' to know, huh? Interesting choice of words there. The sweet and innocent little blonde was playing with fire, and she didn't even know it. Big mistake. However, if she was so insistent to know this about him, he figured he might as well entertain the thought.

After a few long seconds of silence, he replied. "Hunting."

Annabel blinked, her brows furrowing inquisitively. "Hunting?"

A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "Yes, hunting."

"You mean like with animals?"

"Something like that."

"Goodness! I never would've imagined a gentlemen like you would be into hunting." She giggled, took a longer sip from her glass before scooting backward, resting her back against the one black velvet throw pillow at that end of the couch, and holding the bottom stem of the wine glass against her right thigh. "I don't know whether or not James mentioned it to you, but our father, God rest his soul, took a bit of an interest in hunting. It was a bit of a passing fancy, but nevertheless, when I was a little girl, I remember him practicing in the garden every now and again. My mum never liked it, but that was to be expected."

"He's mentioned it to me, once or twice." He held her gaze for a moment, his features remaining somber. "As much of a surprise as it might be, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, sweetheart."

Her eyes lit up as a bright smile appeared on her face. "Oh really? Like what?" Before he had a chance to reply, she held up a finger to silence him, "you know one thing I would like to know? If you fancy hunting, why are you not displaying your talent?"

He blinked, a bewildered expression crossing his face. "Excuse me?" Even before she replied, he had a nagging feeling that the little bitch was about to go off on yet another senseless ramble.

She waved her free hand in the air, motioning towards the walls around them, "I'm talking about your walls, darling. You know, I may have just been watching far too many movies, but I know there are some lads who often like to hang animals heads and things on the walls. I don't particularly fancy such a display of brutality, but I do love your paintings though, I have to say. They're lovely! You're quite the artist. They're actually really interesting."

While he wanted to step in and correct her that they weren't in fact his, his patience was wearing thin, and let's face it, his cock sure as hell wouldn't wait all night. He exhaled sharply, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he grit his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, as he held it between the bowl and the stem, practically tight enough to break the fucking thing. At the moment, he was pretending it was her neck. As she continued on, he bit back his frustration and sat forward, scooting a couple inches closer to her. She took another glance around the room, but didn't seem to notice he had even moved closer. He set his half-empty glass of wine down on the narrow glass, oak framed coffee table before quickly grabbing a hold of her chin, and turning her head back in his direction. "But still, you seem to have more than enough--" Without so much as letting her utter another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her deeply, just as he had done to shut her up back in the bar. Before she had a chance to pull away, he took her bottom lip between his, sucked and nibbled on it.

The advantage to keeping her lips busy would be shutting her up, at least long enough to prevent her from asking anymore questions about his so-called other life, or rather, his "night job" as he sometimes referred to it, since that's when he preferred to commit most of his rapes and murders. Not too many people knew about that second life of his. In fact, the only person in the world he could trust to keep it secret and not go to the fucking cops was, who else, but James. This bitch wasn't ready to handle such information, and if she did, well, he knew damn well it would send her heading for the hills, as fast as her pretty little legs could carry her.

Annabel's brows shot up in surprise the moment his lips made contact with hers, his errection now straining painfully against his slacks. She moaned, opening her mouth wider and responding to the kiss, placing her free hand against the nape of his neck. He took one of her tender and oh so squeezable breasts in his hand and began massaging it through the fabric of her dress, feeling just how erect her nipples were and smiling against her lips. Breaking the contact their lips had, she tilted her head back, lifting her chin towards the ceiling. "Oh Victor..." She moaned softly as he dipped his chin, brushing the soft strands of her hair away from her neck, and beginning to suck and kiss the soft and silky skin along the curve of it. Hearing her moan his name caused his cock to jerk and the heat in his pants to increase ten fold. She shook her head. "No. We...we can't. We...musn't."

Like hell we can't. He paused, lifting his chin from her neck and murmuring into her ear in an attempt to hush her. "Shh, shh, shh...we can, and we will." He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe and continued to murmur into her ear in as soothing a voice as he could muster, "it's all right Annabel, just relax and...let yourself go. Don't fight it. Let me give you that pleasure I know damn well you've been craving all night." He slipped his right arm around her waist as he scooted closer to her, closing the few inches of space between them. Dipping his chin once more, he placed another kiss to the curve of her neck, letting his tongue slide over and lap at the skin.

She began to tremble, the fingers of her left hand slipping into the thick strands of dark brown hair at the nape of his neck. Another moan escaped her lips as he continued kneading her breast, her respirations quickly becoming rapid and shallow. "But...but James. Henry..." Afraid that she might suddenly lose her grasp on the glass she held in her hand and drop it, he stopped rubbing her breast long enough to take it from her and set it down on the coffee table beside his own, but without so much as lifting his lips from her neck. As rock hard as he was, there was no way in hell he would have her spilling wine on the large and expensive zebra print rug at their feet. Cum stains were harder to notice, but wine, well, that was another story altogether.

Returning his hand to her breast, he began kneading it again, deeper than before. Lifting his lips from her neck, he pressed the side of his face against her own. "James doesn't have to know about this," he reassured her, speaking softly into her ear. "And as for your neglectful husband, well, as they say, when the cat's away the mouse will play, and considering how many times he's left you to fend for yourself, you're more than entitled to play tonight, my dear." He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he kicked off his shoes. With his arm still wrapped around her waist, he scooted back, his hand sliding further down to grab a hold of her tight little ass, pulling her along with him in the opposite direction of the couch. It was more of an attempt to make some room, well, enough so he could get her onto her back and get her to spread her legs for him as quick as an Olympian gymnist. He knew she would. Considering she'd mentioned she was into Yoga, he was fully ready to find out just how "flexible" she could be.

No sooner after he had lifted her ass off of the couch and she'd settled down on top of his lap, did she break the contact their lips had. As much as he tried to supress it, there was no way he could prevent the low growl that rose up from deep within his chest. She placed her hands upon his broad shoulders, gazing a bit dazed--more than likely from how horny she must be--into his eyes, trying to catch her breath. Just the feel of her knees and partially her thighs rubbing against the outsides of his errection drove him to fucking insanity! So much so that he was ready to just rip her dress off, and pound her full of cock right there and then. His dick was itching to be stroked or better yet, sucked, already aching with the rapid pulsations of blood rushing through it.

A scowl crossed Annabel's face, her fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt, and suddenly, he knew, she was about to make things ten times harder for him--and no, he wasn't referring to his cock. "I'm really sorry, darling, but I think we should stop. I mean, honestly, what are we doing here, Vic?"

Trying to get laid for one thing. He exhaled sharply, holding her ass firmly in both of his hands, pleased with himself that he was partially trapping her against his lap, preventing her from getting away from him now even if she wanted to. She wasn't going anywhere. Oh no, in fact, they were just getting started and Goddamn it, he would see to it that they finished. The muscles clenched in his jaw as he ground his teeth together, and despite the fact that his blood was boiling, he pushed down that familiar rage and tried to get a handle on the situation. It was clear to him at this point that the hot and oh so innocent little bitch had a weakness for him. She wouldn't have given in so willingly to his kiss if she didn't. Ever since James had first introduced the two of them, he could sense she had some unspoken attraction to him. Her eyes seemed to gleam with interest whenever he was around, as if she longed to see deep into his soul and explore the real truth of the man he was, underneath that charming, confident and "gentlemenly" exterior.

Fat chance. Unless he had good reason to kill the little bitch, the closest she would ever get to the real truth of what he was, would be his rock hard cock pounding violently into her swollen pussy. As far as he was concerned, that was about as deep as he would ever be willingly to get with any woman.

He gazed heatedly into her eyes, speaking low and seductively in response to her question, "We aren't doing anything. Well, not yet anyway. All I'm trying to do...is make up for lost time. More importantly, all those times your husband has neglected to..." Without so much as asking for permission much less caring what she thought, he did what he had been longing to do since she sat down. Slipping one of his large hands between her thighs, he pressed his index and middle finger against her g-spot and rubbed it deeply, his lips curling into a wicked grin, delighted but not the least bit surprised to feel a bit of moisture that had accumulated beneath her lace panties. "Give special attention to this pretty little rosebud of yours."

She gasped loudly, raising her chin to the ceiling, her eyes instantly falling shut as her fingers clawed at his shoulders. "Oh bullocks!" She cried, her body trembling against his.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rubbed her deeper and faster, speaking softly. "You like that, sweetheart? Hmm? Tell me, how's that feel?" While he would have preferred to use his tongue or better yet, have her rubbing and licking his own equipment, beggers couldn't always be choosers. All right, fine, so he wasn't exactly begging so much as he was desperate to keep her from bolting. The way he saw it, the women of this world were all the same. He knew exactly where their weaknesses laid. He knew every inch of a woman's body to know exactly where the most erogenous of zones were. Hell, he'd been with enough of them, not to mention, a doctor for Christ's sake! No one could resist the power of the pussy.

Her small and pink little tongue rolled across her top lip just before she exuded a soft sigh. "Bloody hell, it feels..." She moaned softly, her fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she scooted herself a few inches closer, gasping as loudly as before when his fingers suddenly pentrated her folds through her panties, "oh! It's just wonderful! Amazing!"

He chuckled softly once more, his cock jerking as he felt her move herself closer--if that were even possible--his heart pounding madly in his chest and beads of sweat breaking out along his high-forehead, as well as along the curve of his back. Christ! He had to get out of these Goddamn clothes! More importantly, his pants, before he exploded all over himself. Her moans and the heat of her body were making him hotter and harder by the minute. Without giving her the chance to debate with him, and since there seemed to be enough room, he wrapped his opposite arm around her waist, and leaned into her, pressing his large chest against hers, easing her down onto the couch until she was lying flat on her back. He pressed his lips to her throat, brushing aside her silver locket away with his hand, and leaving a trail of kisses down to the top of her clevage, wanting desperately to get lost in those hot and shapely tits of hers. Just the mere thought made his cock swell to an even greater size, and felt as though it were about to bust through and tear his pants.

She moaned softly, placing both of her hands against his thirty four inch waist and arching her chin towards the ceiling. Curling his fingers around the thick strap of her dress, he yanked it down to allow his lips access to the skin along her right shoulder, wishing that her breast would just pop out at will along with it, but there was still one other strap to go before that would be possible. He let his tongue slide, flick and lap at the tender skin just above her breast, grinning as she trembled beneath his lips and heard the louder moan she exuded in response. With a slow shake of her head against the couch, she breathlessly insisted, "Victor, darling, we really shouldn't be doing this. My God, it feels wonderful, but you just don't--" She gasped as he grasped her breast, massaging it as he let his tongue slide over the skin above it, "seem to understand. We can't...do this. We have to stop!"

Jesus Christ, why can't the little bitch shut the fuck up and just let herself feel it? He growled in frustration, pulling his lips away from her breast and sitting back on his haunches, staring grimly down at her as his hands worked quickly to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. "Oh yeah? Says who? The last time I checked, there was nobody here but us, sweetheart. The only person here who insists on stoping is you, which if you ask me, is a Goddamn lie." When he reached the last button on his shirt, he quickly stripped it off, neatly folded it down the center and laid it over the back of the couch, fixing his intent and heated gaze back on her. "No matter how hard you try, you can't deny that I make you hot, Annabel. Your moans and your actions are proof enough of that little fact."

Annabel's brows stitched together incriminatingly. She opened her mouth to utter a response to his words. His eyes narrowed irritably as he waited impatiently to hear what this bitch had to say, which, if she knew what was good for her, better not be some kind of "friends-don't-sleep-with-friends" bullshit. However, after a few seconds, she didn't seem as though she had any sort of remark to make whatsoever, or at least, nothing seemed to be coming out of that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Exactly." A mischievous smile curled his lips as his right hand found the clasp at the top of his slacks and pulled it free with a simple tug. He wasted not another minute in yanking the zipper down along with it, and pushing his slacks down over his hips, revealing his black Dolce & Gabbana briefs, in addition to his tall, practically stone like errection bulging out of it, larger than life. Catching sight of it, her breath caught in her throat and her jaw went slack, the sheer sight clearly having taken her breath away. Now that he'd relieved part of the growing heat that was festering through his body by shedding half of his clothes, it was her turn. "You ain't seen nothing yet, my dear." Leaning in once again, he began kissing and sucking at the skin along the top of her cleavage. His fingers curled around the strap on her opposite shoulder, abruptly yanking it down as sharply as he had the other, his cock jerking at the anticipation of not only seeing her breasts but devouring them.

She grasped his large biceps in both of her small hands, moaning a little louder, her back arching off the couch as soon as his lips touched her again. "But..." She placed her right hand against his back, the mere touch sending a bolt of heat dancing down his spine, much like that of an electrical current. Her head shook once again and she squirmed beneath him, almost as if she were trying to get out from under him, but to no avail. It definitely came in handy, especially in situations like these to be twice her size. Her head shook slowly from side to side as it had before, "no. We can't. It's not--" Once he tugged both the straps further down her arms to reveal her bare and shapely breasts to him, he wasted not another minute in attacking one of her erect and swollen nipples, taking the hard bud in his lips and sucking on it hungrily. She gasped loudly. "Bloody hell, Vic!" Her chest heaved up and down rapidly, as she dragged her fingernails along his bare back, her small legs wrapping tightly around his torso.

Touchdown of the fucking century! He extracted the nipple from his mouth, chuckling softly against her heated skin, knowing full well that he had won her over and there was no way she could possibly fight him on it now. Her arrousal was rising fast, and no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to come down from it now. Taking her nipple into his mouth once more, he nibbled at it lightly with his teeth as one of his hands began to travel down to the bottom hem of her dress. Now that he had her right where he wanted her, he might as well finish her off by getting them both off.

"Oh heavens, yes." She moaned. "I mean--no!" She shook her head stiffly, speaking softly, "no, it's just not right. You're my big brother's best mate, and I'm...I'm a married woman! There should be laws against this sort of thing. In fact, I honestly think there are..."

He exhaled sharply, feeling her gasp sharply the moment his warm breath hit her skin. "As far as I'm concerned, there are no Goddamn laws against two people screwing. And in this house, you can be as naughty as you want to be, sweetheart," he murmured, sucking the hard bud of her opposite nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, my dear Lord!" Bringing her left hand up, she slipped her fingers into the thick strands of hair at the nape of his neck--which were already damp with sweat--and started to tug at them, sending tingles radiating over his scalp. Combined with the nails that were already clawing at his back, it was hot enough to send a fresh rush of blood straight down to his cock. "That's just it though, Vic, I can't be..." She paused to suck in a big breath of air. "I can't be this naughty with another man, especially with you. We've got such a solid friendship already. I don't want to ruin that."

And the little fucking bitch just keeps running her mouth. Jesus! With both the frustration of her constantly yapping mouth, and the sudden realization that he wouldn't be able to rid her of her panties to shove his cock into her wet pussy in their current position, he pulled his lips away from her nipple and sat back on his haunches, her legs falling free of his hips. "The only thing you're ruining right now is the mood by running that pretty little mouth of yours," he snarled, through his already clenched teeth. He was Goddamn sick and tired of waiting, so much so that he was ready to just rip her tight little dress and panties to shreds with his nails and teeth, forcing his stone cock into her, whether she was ready for it or not. All fucking night he'd been searching for a prime pussy, and if he didn't get some relief soon, he was going to turn into that sadistic rapist right before her very eyes, without so much as considering the consequences once he unleashed his wrath.

Annabel scowled, her brows drawing together inquisitively, as she began to stammer some kind of response that sounded like the beginning of an apology. Before he could give her time to piece together a single sentence, he yanked her dress up over her ass, gripped both of her silky thighs in his large hands and forced her legs apart. She gasped at his abrupt action, her eyes widening in astonishment, glancing quickly down the length of her body and then up into his hot vexated gaze. "Vic, darling, what are you doing?"

He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. Did he really have to paint her a fucking picture? Or would shoving his dick down her throat suffice? "What does it look like I'm doing? I've tried giving you pleasure, Annabel, for about twenty fucking minutes because I thought that somewhere, in the back of your mind, maybe deep down inside that wet little pussy of yours, you would be smart enough to let me give you more orgasms than you'd possibly be able to remember in a lifetime. I tried giving you what apparently your husband hasn't been man enough to accomplish in his busy schedule, but I think its quite obvious you'd much rather go back to England and remain unsatisfied a few more nights. Masturbation might be suitable for some, but in my opinion," his eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip, "a body like yours is a terrible thing to waste."

The scowl on her face deepened. A wearily sigh escaped her, bringing one of her hands up to her head, "oh Vic, I'm terribly sorry."

Sorry? She's fucking sorry? It was more her fucking loss than it was his. She was the one who insisted that she spent numerous nights back in England, alone, possibly rubbing her soft and pink little clit just to get the climax she couldn't get from that prick husband of hers. He glared coldy down at her. "It's a little too late for apologies, don't you think?"

She glanced down at her open legs, at his errection and then brought her oh so innocent little gaze back to his face, a bewildered expression suddenly appearing on her face. "I don't get it." Well, she was right about that one, that was for damn sure. "What do you intend to do? Take my bloody vagina without question like any other presumptuous, relentless and horny bloke would?"

"The way I see it, we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way. It's your choice." He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, getting ready to yank them down. Either way he looked at it, they were going to fuck. One way or another. Even if he had to handcuff her to his bed to get it done. He licked his lips, staring down at her black lace covered pussy as if he were a lion about to dig in and feast his teeth into a fresh piece of meat. Yeah, a fresh piece of meat that he wanted to posess and attack with so much savagery, she wouldn't be able to sit down for a fucking week without feeling it.

The bewilderment on her face grew. When he met her eyes, the look on her face clearly registered one thing, who are you? Her assumptions of who he was had probably gone right out the fucking window, but that wasn't his fault. It was hers. Honest to God, she'd brought this entirely on herself. Suddenly, the confusion on her face disappeared, a look of vexation and disappointment replacing it. "I think you ought to take me back to my hotel, Vic. Right this minute." Annabel brought both of her hands down and attempted to free her panties from his grasp. First, she tried swatting at them, but then, quickly opted for pushing them away. "Please, let go of my knickers!"

Stubborn fucking bitch! Fighting back the urge to tear through the fucking things, or maybe even tear her fucking throat out, he let her "knickers" slip out of fingers, her waistband smacking back against her sensitive skin. He watched, silently fuming as she quickly pulled up the straps of her dress and sat up on her elbows. His mind was screaming at him to push her down, pin her helplessly against the couch and take her like an animal would take its prey, robbing her of her innocent, tight and sweet little treasures, but he held back. For the moment at least. Despite his swollen errection and all the blood rushing towards that region, he reminded himself that she wasn't going anywhere. Well, not without him taking her that is. While she could probably call a cab to pick her up, she would still need him to walk and let her out. That is, if she intended to get out of his property all in one piece.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Annabel." He admonished with a glare. "I thought this evening would be different."

Pushing herself up to a seated position, she scooted back against the couch, far enough to allow her to slip her tiny little legs out from either sides of him and set her feet back on the floor below. She froze at the sound of his voice and slowly turned her head to look over in his direction, a scowl crossing her face. "So did I." She tucked a few loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, sighing softly. "Look, I'm really sorry, Victor, but as much as I'd love the possibility of losing myself to something as fulfilling as sex, I just can't imagine ruining our friendship, you know? I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you're a bit like a brother to me."

A brother? Christ! If that's what she thought of him, a sister screwing her own brother was probably the last fucking thing she wanted to enact, much less have a mental picture of. Pulling up his pants, though neglecting to zip or button them up, he sat back down beside her. He exhaled sharply, grinding his teeth together and shaking his head in disbelief. This is bullshit! It had to be. She fucking wanted him. He knew damn well she did! He had practically felt her wet pussy throbbing against him when he was on top of her. The stupid little bitch was just too fucking stubborn to see it. Either that, or she was running scared because of what her Goddamn husband and James would think if she did the oh-so-forbidden deed.

His eyes narrowed incriminatingly at her for a few long seconds before he exuded a deep sigh, letting that vexation fade away. "Honestly, who the hell are you really kidding here, sweetheart? You know damn well that's not how you really see me." He leaned in closer to her, placing his right hand upon her thigh and forcing her legs apart, letting his fingers slide up her thigh and under her dress in a gentle caress. She quickly grabbed a hold of his hand through the fabric of her dress, in what seemed to be a vain attempt to stop him from going any further, but he forcefully thrust his palm upward and shook it off, continuing his caress of her thighs. He didn't stop, not until his fingers brushed against her damp panties. Using his index and middle finger, he dragged them up and down against her the slinky fabric of her panties, stroking the outside of her labia. Gazing heatedly into her eyes, he dropped his tone of voice to murmur seductively, "why are you fighting your arrousal? Why don't you just give in and let me satisfy you...the way you know I can."

Annabel sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes falling shut and her body shivering the moment his fingers began teasing her sensitive folds. "Oh, my sweet Lord! Vic, please, please stop." Oh, but he wasn't going to stop. Hell fucking no! She licked her pretty pink lips and squirmed against the couch, her legs suddenly clamping down on his hand, trapping it where it was. Just the feel of her moist labia under those lace panties, and his hand now trapped where it was, was seriously tempting him to pull his cock out of his pants and jerk off right there and then, even with her watching. He contined rubbing her with his fingers, deeper than before.

Suddenly, and rather underhandedly, the little bitch caught him off guard, opening her legs and quickly shoving his hand away. "I said stop it!" Springing up to her feet, she looked down at him, her brows furrowed incriminatingly.

Christ! What now? Ravenous desire mixed with malicious intent hardened his features. If it was the last fucking thing he did, he was going to ram that wet little pussy of hers or kill her trying! Sucking in a breath to calm his broiling rage, he pushed himself up to his feet, towering over her petite frame. "Stop what?" Like he didn't know.

"You just don't seem to get it, do you?"

Well isn't that just the biggest fucking understatement of the century! He didn't get it? Bullshit! She was the one who didn't get it. A scoff escaped his lips. "Well, I sure know what the hell I'm not getting."

She planted her hands firmly on her hips, a bewildered expression crossing her face. "What's happened to you, Vic? This isn't who you are. You aren't this pretentious, vulgar and snide old sod. What ever happened to that charming lad I used to know? The one who acted like a gentlemen back at the bar, the one who was kind enough to invite me over for a harmless chat over a few drinks? To be quite honest, I don't have the slightest idea who you are anymore."

Homicidal rapist works for me. His eyes narrowed in vexation, his blood blazing with a different kind of fury. Ravage sexual fury. If he wasn't so high on his fury to fuck her brains out, he would have seized the little bitch by the throat and made her eat those words, but at the moment, the only pain he wanted to cause her was with his dick, not his hands. He noticed her eyes wander away from his face towards the front of the house, just over his shoulder, and without her having to say anything, he could already sense the gears that were undoubtedly turning in her head.

Her hands fell away from her hips and she looked sadly down at the ground, beginning to toy somewhat anxiously with her fingers. "I think its time you take me back to my hotel."

Oh he was going to take her somewhere all right, but it wasn't going to be back to her hotel. Without warning, his right arm lashed out, wrapping around her waist and abruptly yanking her in his direction by the small of her back. She cried out in surprise, staring up into his face in both astonishment and confusion. The head of his errection pressed firmly against her hip as he held her closer, the feel of her warm palms against his skin sending tingles down the front of his thick muscled and slightly hairy chest. "How about if I just take you instead?" He spoke in a deeply seductive tone. Dipping his hips, he seized one of her ass cheeks in his hand, abruptly came back up and thrust the head of his errection hard against her sex.

"Bloody fucking hell!" She gasped loudly in response, both of her hands suddenly gripping his bronze muscular shoulders, as if afraid she might fall over if she didn't hang onto him, her fingernails digging into his heated skin, sending bolts of electrical heat through his taut muscles.

"Still want to go back to the hotel?" He murmured hotly in her ear. Without giving her the chance to say anymore, he pressed his lips firmly against her own, kissing her deeply, and forcing her lips apart to thrust his tongue inside her mouth, exploring the confines of it in long sweeping strokes.

She moaned into the kiss, but the sound was all but swallowed up by the tongue inside her oh so sweet mouth. As she willingly responded to the kiss, her moans got louder as he continued to thrust his hips upward, dry humping and rubbing his rock hard shaft against her most sensitive spot. "Oh, my God Vic..." She murmured shakily against his lips.

Pulling his mouth away from her own, he groaned at the heat pooling over their bodies as they rubbed against one another, and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses from her neck down to her collarbone, his breathing growing rapid and heavy. "You know what I think, Annabel?" He murmured against her heated flesh.

Raising her chin towards the ceiling, she sighed softly, placing one of her hands against the left side of his neck. "Oh...what?"

"I don't think you want to go back to your hotel." He flicked his tongue against the thin skin along her collarbone, before nuzzling his nose into her cleavage and deeply breathing in her scent, his cock jerking in high arrousal. She smelled like a mixture of vanilla and lavender. It was fucking intoxicating! "As a matter of fact, I think what you really want, is to stay right here with me."

She trembled against him, her small chest heaving up and down as her respirations became shallow, but she did not say anything in response. He let his tongue slide into the small crevice between her cleavage, as far as he could get with the fabric of the dress further blocking those delicious tits. Sucking in a sharp breath, she moved the hand that was on his neck and slipped her fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands slightly. The action alone sent another set of tingles through his scalp and he groaned. "Oh Vic, please..." She moaned.

"Please what?" He growled, giving her ass a squeeze and causing her to cry out in surprise. Lifting his chin, he pressed his cheek against hers. "Please fuck you? Is that what you want? Huh?" He cooed into her ear.

Annabel mewled before he pulled his head back and gazed lustfully down into her face, his eyes blazing with a savage desire. If she didn't make a decision within the next five seconds, he would sure as hell decide for her. She glanced down at the errection straining his slacks, biting down on her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she took. "Oh what the hey!" Suddenly, she threw both of her arms around her neck and pulled him down to press her lips firmly against his, sending a fresh rush of blood towards his cock.

Fuck yes! Within a matter of seconds, he pulled his arms back and instantly dropped his pants. He kicked the garment off, now leaving him in nothing but his briefs and his socks. Grabbing a hold of her arms, he pulled them away from his neck long enough to yank the straps of her dress down her shoulders, allowing the flimsy garment to slide down her arms and hit the floor, pooling around her thin ankles. He pulled back for a brief moment, letting his eyes roam over her nearly stark nude figure, licking his lips and feeling his cock twitch in anticipation of invading this nearly flawless body of hers.

It was even more beautiful and inviting than he anticipated it to be. She seemed to have curves in all the right places, making her appear as near to the perfect ten as she could get. No physical enhancements needed whatsoever, at least in his professional opinion. She was a dainty and perfect little treat coated in a smooth and creamy shell, just waiting to be cracked open and savored. Mmm, and savor he would. All fucking night long. He would squeeze as much sugary sweet filling as he could out of this one, and he wouldn't stop until he sucked it dry. Seizing her bare ass in his hand, he yanked her back against his chest, the head of his cock digging into the sensitive spot at the top of her labia, fighting for entrance through those tiny lace openings.

She gasped as his errection rubbed against her sensitive folds, her eyes falling shut and her head lolling forward as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder, panting softly. "Oh God, Vic. Darling, please, take me up to bed...make love to me," she spoke breathlessly.

Well it's about fucking time! Those very words were like music to his ears. Mainly because he had been waiting all fucking night to hear them. Well, better late than never. He didn't need to be told twice, no ma'am. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his strong arms, turned around and carried her through the foyer, in the direction of the stairs to the left of the front door. "Your wish is my command, my dear."

A bright smile lit up Annabel's penetrating eyes, a hint of mischief dancing in them as she willingly wrapped her arms around his neck. The tip of her neck brushed against the crook of his neck, deeply breathing in his scent as he turned right and climbed the black carpeted staircase up to the second floor, "you smell lovely Vic. What is that scent you're wearing?" She rested her head against his shoulder, sighing softly and somewhat contentedly.

The moment he heard that sigh and felt her head settle against his shoulder, the corners of his mouth turned up into an arrogant smirk. This creamy little treat wasn't going anywhere. Oh no. She was willing to screw him and Goddamn it, he was intent on giving her the fuck of a lifetime, and above all, show her exactly what she'd been missing. "It's 'Instinct,' by David Beckham, and if you ask me, you smell pretty lovely yourself, sweetheart."

"Oh! I absolutely love David Beckham, but haven't had the chance to smell his new scent, well, up until now that is. The fragrance I'm wearing is by Sonya Levy called, 'Destiny.' She's mostly popular in England, but she's an amazing designer, and this scent makes me feel quite a bit sexy. I really do love that scent on you. Personally, I think it suits you quite well. It's very masculine and fetching and completely over--"

He paused at the top of the stairs, quickly turnning his head and pressing his lips firmly to hers, kissing her deeply, and preventing her from running that luscious but irritating little mouth of hers any further. She moaned softly against his lips before he pulled back. "I think its high time I shut you up," he murmured, staring maliciously into her eyes.

"Am I ranting on again? I'm really sorry, darling. I did warn you that I tend to get a bit flustered after a few drinks." The corners of her mouth suddenly turned down into a deep scowl, her brows drawing together incriminatingly. "Victor...stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me."

Oh if only she knew just how much he could scare her, given the circumstances. He shook the thought out of his head just as soon as it had come. Jesus, what the hell am I doing? This wasn't a night like any other night, he wouldn't have to rape her to get what he wanted, and he sure as hell wasn't planning on killing her either. His only intention at the moment was to get laid, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Letting the vexation fade from his eyes, his lips stretched into a smug smile. "Better?"

She smiled softly, nodding her head in approval. "Yes, much, much better. Now please," she pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck and another to his cheek, murmuring into his ear, "make love to me."

"With pleasure," he replied, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he stepped through the door to his right, entering his spacious bedroom, and making his way through the darkness towards his king-sized, black iron framed bed.

The second floor of his house was upholstered in black carpet, and contained two other bedrooms, another bathroom and a study. The first bedroom on the right side of the hall belonged to James. Although his best friend had an apartment, or "flat" as he called it, about fifteen minutes east from him in downtown Hollywood, Victor had still taken the liberty of giving the man his own personal room in his house. It came in handy more often than not when James came over to watch the latest boxing match on his fourty-two inch, high definition, flat screen plasma TV over a few drinks, but wound up getting himself too fucking drunk to drive himself home. In most cases, he would rather not bother giving him a ride, especially after he had already gotten himself comfortable. It might make him seem selfish, but he could give a shit less. He didn't cater to anyone but himself, and he sure as hell was no one's chofere.

"It might be a bit easier if you put me down first." Annabel remarked, although he wished she would just shut the fuck up until he was ramming his cock into her. As far as he was concerned, if she wasn't moaning or screaming his name, anything else she had to say was bullshit. The same bullshit he had been listening to all fucking night. "God forbid you should bump into something or other. It's really quite dark in here."

It wasn't completely pitch black, contrary to what she might think. There was a faint glow of green light coming from the digital clock radio, on top of the cherry wood nightstand to the right of the bed. Still, it was enough light for him to see where the hell he was going. Rather than bothering to utter a reply, he dropped her onto the bed, on top of the faux cheetah fur coverlet, to which she uttered an abrupt but audible cry of surprise. Without so much as apologizing, he turned away from her to turn on the small red shaded, black iron based lamp on the nightstand, a warm glow instantly pouring over the room.

"Oye! What did you do that for?" She cried, sending an incriminatingly look over in his direction before kicking her black heels off and letting her eyes roamed curiously around the dramatic but masculine red, white and black bedroom.

Without so much as giving her the chance to admire the floor to ceiling black velvet curtains, which hung over the sliding glass balcony doors to the left of his bed, the red velvet arm chairs in seperate corners of the room or the colorful and erotic paintings on the walls, he took two long strides towards the foot of the bed, fixing his hungry gaze upon her and commanded her attention by pushing his briefs down to the floor, revealing his thick rock hard and swollen cock, rearing tall and proud, ready to tackle that wet little pussy of hers.

Annabel's jaw went slack as she laid eyes upon his equipment, the corners of her mouth quickly turning up into a coy smile, and leaving her--much to his surprise--utterly speechless.

For about two seconds, it did put somewhat of a damper on his already large ego, until that smile. That one smile alone told him all he needed to know, leaving no doubt in his mind that she was pleased with what she saw, and fully ready to take whatever the hell he wanted to give her. Well she damn well better be. Without further hesitation, he dropped down onto his knees at the foot of the mattres, and crawled up the length of the bed towards her, his eyes never leaving her face. "You're playing with fire, little girl. Get ready to burn." He stopped just a few inches short of her hips, glaring down at the panties she still wore. "As hot as I might find lace panties on a woman, I'm afraid," slipping his fingers beneath the flimsy garment at one corner of her hips, he fisted the fabric tightly in his hand and with a furious yank, easily ripped them away, "these have to come off." A wicked grin spread across his face at the sight of her swollen pussy. Shaved and wet, just the way he liked it.

She gasped, quickly looking down the length of her body in astonishment. A soft giggle escaped her lips watching him as he tossed the ripped piece of fabric onto the floor. "Well, I suppose I'm going to have to shop for some new knickers now, aren't I?"

He chuckled softly, half-anticipating she would have had a bitch fit over what he'd just done, but pleased to see that she wasn't as materialistic as most other women he'd brought back for a quick screw. As he positioned himself on top of her, she brought one of her hands up and placed it against his chest, her warm and delicate fingers tickling the thick dark hairs on top of it, sending tingles dancing down the front of his body and straight to his cock, causing it to jerk involuntarily.

"Hang on. Aren't you forgetting something?"

Yeah right, how the fuck could he ever forget that?A smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowing considerably before turned his attention away from her. "Please..." He scoffed. Reaching over and opening up the top drawer on his nightstand, he felt around for a couple seconds before fishing out a condom, holding it up where she could clearly see it. "I never forget." After ripping the packet open with his teeth, he slipped the condom onto his erect cock, getting back into position immediately after. He let the head of his cock intentionally probe at her slick vagina, teasing her for a brief moment.

She sighed softly, her eyelids falling shut for a split second as she trembled beneath him. "Oh Vic..." Her eyes came open, her brows drawing together in concern, her delictable little bottom lip poking out in a pout. "You're certain James and Henry will never hear of this?"

He exhaled sharply. "My lips are sealed. As for yours, well, let's find out, shall we?" Without warning, he rammed his cock into her slick folds, filling her completely with his length and tossing his head back with a groan at the tightness of those folds instinctively clenching against him.

"Bloody fucking hell!" She screamed loudly, squeezing her eyes shut and quickly grabbing a hold of his large biceps, her fingernails digging into the thick skin, sending bolts of heat up through his shoulders and neck.

He fixed his gaze upon her face, his lips stretching into a smug smile. "I think its time I show exactly what you've been missing. Better fasten your seatbelt, my sweet, because I'm going to take you on the ride of your fucking life." Pulling himself nearly all the way out, he shoved his shaft back inside her, shutting his eyes tightly, his whole body trembling as he exuded another groan, more audible than the one before it. She arched her back off the mattress with a tortured cry of pleasure, her hands holding tightly to his shoulders as he began thrusting his hips aggressively against hers, forcing his cock through those tight walls of hers. Each hard thrust hit him like a fucking bolt of lightning, electrifying his senses, empowering his muscles and giving him an extra boost of energy.

"Fuck, baby, you're so Goddamn tight," he remarked breathlessly, his chest heaving up and down rapidly with each heavy breath he took. Beads of sweat broke out along his spine and along his forehead, as he rammed his cock inside her, his rhythm growing harder and faster and with each thrust, her screams escalating until they resonated through the room.

"Victor! Darling, please, slow down! It hurts!"

Slow down? Like hell he would. He growled angrily, not slowing his movements down for a second. In fact, her pleas for him to slow down were only making him more determined to go on. "Pain is pleasure, Annabel. Now, stop whining, lie there like a good little girl, and let me give you the fuck of a lifetime." To further emphasize his point, he leaned in, taking one of her erect and swollen red nipples in his mouth, sucking the hard bud into his mouth before letting his tongue encircle the outside of it. They tasted so fucking sweet, like a succulent vanilla flavored hard candy in his mouth.

She sucked in a sharp breath the moment he took her nipple in his mouth, bringing one of her hands up, clutching and tugging at the damp strands of hair on his head, her chest heaving up and down quickly as she started to pant. "Oh Victor..." She moaned, just before wrapping her smooth, lean legs securely around his torso. "I don't know if I can hold out much longer."

His scalp tingled as a result of all the tugging she was doing, but despite her words, he kept going, pumping in and out of her faster than she could blink, his warm and ragged breaths cooling and at the same time, tickling her nipples as he felt his inevitable climax quickly building up in his system. Despite how tight she had started off being, as he felt her walls expand and welcome his length deeper into her folds, the two of them seemed to fit perfectly into one another, like puzzle pieces! If she was close to her orgasm, so be it. It wouldn't be the first, and if he had anything to do with it, it sure as hell wouldn't be her last. Oh yeah, he was going to keep going. He was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk right once she got out of here.

If there was one thing he loved most about fucking, or at other times, "raping," it was taking all of his daily aggression out on the many random sluts he brought back there. Although he wasn't generally one for making commitments, well, aside from criminal activities, Annabel was just the perfect blend of innocence and daintiness to his liking. Aside from that at times annoying little mouth of hers, which could successfully bore a man to tears, and her tenacious nature, she was definitely his centerfold fantasy. He didn't mind the English accent either, if anything, it only added to her sex kitten appeal.

A cocky grin curled his lips, feeling her tremble uncontrollably beneath him, sensing that her climax was not very far away. The constant rising and falling of her chest was fueling his own arrousal, because everytime she took in a breath, her soft and tantalizing breasts would press against his face. Shit, if he had it his way, he would willingly get lost in those perfectly cemetrical C-cup tits of hers for hours. Lingering in those tits for a minute more, he flicked his tongue over her nipple a couple times, bringing her to her first climax with a long and loud cry of pleasure.

He pulled his head back, moaning loudly as he felt her walls clenching and releasing the head of his cock for a few long seconds before she relaxed against the mattress, her legs almost immediately falling away from his torso. Well, whether she had reached her first orgasm or not, he wasn't going to fucking stop. Not until he reached his own, and hopefully, if he so chose, give her another one at the same time. With his heart pounding loudly in his ears and his cock pulsating just as rapidly, he felt as if his dick were going to plow right through her. The steel headboard was already banging against the wall audibly with each powerful thrust he paid her. He started it, now he had to finish it. Pulling his cock nearly all the way out of her, he abruptly shoved it back in, instantly feeling his own climax wash over him and exuded a loud groan, the sound rumbling around the room, echoing off the high ceiling.

Even after he had come, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, because he kept going, pumping in and out of her, his motions a little slower and easier on her. He heard her let out another soft but tortured cry of pleasure, as she continued shaking like a leaf under him.

"Oh...my God, Vic, I do believe I...feel another one coming." She barely managed to choke out with a shudder. "It's bloody close."

Another orgasm? Oh yes! There sure as hell was going to be another one. He would make damn sure of that, along with the many, many others he would give to her before they parted their seperate ways, whether it be that same evening or in the morning. He exuded a soft laugh, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against her sweaty chest, nuzzling his nose into the curve of her breasts as he fought to catch his breath. After a few long seconds, he stopped his thrusts and and pulled himself out of her. As thrilled as he was, if she was going to reach her second orgasm, he didn't want it to be in this position.

"Well, I sure as hell hope you've got at least two more in you, sweetheart, because by the time I'm through with you, you're going to come so many Goddamn times, you'll be lucky if you can remember your own name." Sitting back on his haunches, he seized both of her knees in his hands and forced her legs apart as far as they could get. He stole a glance up at her to see her reaction. She had opened her eyes and was now staring down at him with a pleading but intent gaze, almost as if she were begging him not to go forward, her chest rising and falling quickly with each shallow breath she took. However, he knew that would be a load of bullshit even if she did insist on begging.

Annabel's head slowly shook from side to side. "Now that you mention it, I really don't think--"

Before she could get any further into that little sentence of hers, he shoved two thick fingers inside of her pleasingly wet folds, a wicked grin curling his lips as she threw her head back and sucked in a sharp breath. "Well, that sure as hell seemed to shut you up," he chuckled softly, sliding his fingers a little deeper inside of her and then pulling them out, starting to stroke her clit.

She shuddered, and as if on instinct, bent her knees and spread them wider, sliding herself further down the mattress and closer to his fingers. As he increased his rhythm and deepened his touch, she quickly grabbed a hold of the comforter, digging her fingernails into the fur. "Oh, Victor..." She moaned softly, her innocent little features sheathed in a thin coat of sweat. "I'm..."

Going to come? This fucking soon? He sure as hell hoped not, especially since he was just starting to get warmed up. He leaned forward, placing his left hand against the mattress and fixing his sexually determined gaze upon her flushed face, continuing to rub and stroke her with his right. "Look at me," he commanded sharply, slipping his fingers into her wet depths once again and letting his large thumb slide over her clit.

Annabel mewled, placing her hands on his shoulders, and arching her chin and her hips towards the ceiling. "Oh darling, I don't..." She paused, trying to catch her ragged breath and at the same time, exuding a tortured moan, "think I can."

"Oh yes you fucking can." He snarled, groaning and feeling his cock start to harden again at the consistent feel of her walls clamping down on and rippling against his fingers. "Look at me! Look me in my Goddamn eyes!"

She gasped, startled to attention by the audible and dangerously commanding tone of his voice, her eyes immediately snapping open and finding his own, staring up at him with dilated lenses, seeming to be lost in a sexually charged and somewhat intoxicated daze. "Oh Vic, I can't..." As her eyelids started to lower to her cheeks, he growled furiously.

"Yes you can!" He cried. "Look at me, Goddamn it!" She whimpered, a pout instantly forming on her lips as she forced her eyes open wider. "I want you to look me in the fucking eyes when you come. Understand?"

"Y-yes." She croaked out with a shaky nod of her head. Her small pink tongue rolled over her bottom lip, causing a fresh rush of blood to sky rocket straight down to his cock. He dragged his thumbnail down her clit and through her slick folds as his fingers deeply stroked a tender spot at the top of her vagina, causing her to shudder violently. She pressed her lips together firmly, her fingers clawing at the comforter as a result the pleasure he was inflicting upon her swollen labia. Moaning loudly, she rolled her hips in the air, fighting to keep eye contact with him as he alternated between quickly pumping her with his fingers, and sliding them up and down through her burning labia.

"Oh Victor, please, please...I can't take anymore..." Annabel pleaded breathlessly, exuding another tortured moan, this one louder than the one before it.

Ignoring her pleas, he felt his cock swell to an even greater size at the sound of that moan, the constant clenching of her walls against his fingers, and the burning sensation her labia was molding to those fingers, sending bolts of heat surging towards his cock. He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her clit, deep and abrupt, stroked her folds a couple times and then thrust those fingers into her again, playing her as if she were a fiddle, toying with her as if he were a child with a brand new toy he was set on working the kinks out of.

With his gaze fixated upon her flushed and sweaty face, he saw the heat blazing in her eyes just before she arched her back off of the mattress, straining even harder to keep her focus on him, staring helplessly into his intent but heated eyes, and it was then he knew, her orgasm was just about to touch down. She gripped his fingers as she sucked in a big breath, her toes curling as she exuded a loud cry of pleasure, her pleasure exploding and slipping down his fingers. Those slick folds squeezed, released, caressed him again and again as he kept those fingers lodged inside of her, watching her in delight as she reached that inevitable second orgasm.

He watched her for a minute or two as she fought to catch her breath, panting as if she had just run a marathon, blonde strands of hair matted against the side of her face and forehead, her breasts heaving rapidly, her erect and swollen nipples demanding his attention. He nodded his head in approval, an arrogant smirk stretching across his lips, "good girl." He pressed his lips to hers in a firm but passionate kiss before extracting his fingers from inside her.

"Bloody hell...that was extraordinary," she breathed against his lips.

"You know what I think? I think your tits are extraordinary." Leaning in, he sucked the hard bud of her right nipple firmly into his mouth to which she gasped, her stomach muscles and limbs suddenly becoming taunt under his mouth.

She mewed, clutching at his hair and starting to squirm against the bed. "Oh, Vic, please...stop it. I'm far too...spent already. I can't...take much more. Please..." Her fingers fisted a few strands of his hair, tugging at them furiously in an upward motion, as if trying to pull his mouth away from her action alone sent a fresh set of tingles radiating over his scalp, and caused a low growl to rise up from deep within his chest as he nibbled on the swollen and hard bud. She wrapped her left leg loosely around his waist, her foot sliding up and down his lower back, his cock jerking to attention at the caress. "Victor, oh Victor..."

He flicked his tongue against her nipple, but before he had a chance to take it any further, she slipped her opposite hand beneath his chin, forcing him to lift his chin and look up at her. Exhaling sharply, he stared at her, his gaze clouded with sexual frustration, "Christ! What now?"

Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she took in a shaky breath. "Look, darling, I appreciate what you've just done for me, I really and honestly do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm loving every minute of this, but after a couple..." She paused to take in another big breath, still panting softly from the second orgasm she'd just reached moments ago. "After a couple drinks and two amazing, amazing orgasms, I'm much too spent to endure anymore. My entire body aches. I'm really sorry, darling, but I just want to sleep."

Sleep? Who needs sleep? Fuck sleep! She wanted to sleep? Screw that. He had been generous enough to give her two fucking orgasms, and now, she wanted to deny him of getting one more? Fuck that! A dainty little female such as herself was more than likely a lightweight, but him, he had the stamina of a bull. He could go all night if the opportunity arose such as tonight. He pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing incriminatingly before he pulled his head away and sat back on his haunches, burning sexual need blazing in his green eyes as he stared down at her. Her brows furrowed in bewilderment as he pushed himself up from the bed, padded towards the nightstand beside the bed, removed the used condom and dropped it into the trash can.

Annabel turned her head to look over at him, the confusion remaining upon her face. "Vic? What are you doing?"

Ignoring her inquiry, he opened up the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a fresh condom, instantly ripping it out of the foil packet and slipping it onto his swollen but still erect shaft. After shutting the drawer, he turned and in three long strides, moved to stand at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her, his eyes burning with hunger and savage sexual need. "Sit up," he commanded.

She blinked, bringing one of her hands up to brush the matted strands of hair away from her face, her brows drawing together inquisitively at his abrupt choice of words. "Victor, what's going on?"

"Just sit up!" He barked.

Annabel swallowed and after a brief hesitation, did as he told her to and sat up.

"Good, now come to me." Oh yeah, she was going to come to him all right. In more ways than one. She glanced down at his huge errection, sighed wearily and then slowly crawled up the length of the bed towards him, on her hands and knees. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. That was just the way he wanted her. It took her long enought to reach the foot of the bed, but when she finally did, she stopped to catch her breath before rising up to her knees, looking inquisitively up at him.

"All right, darling, I'm here. Now would you care to tell me exactly what this is about?" She brought one of her hands up to her head with a weary groan. "I'm so bloody tired, I'm afraid I can't last much longer without falling over. I don't mean to be a burden, but you might have to resort to carrying me to--"

"Shut up!" He cried. "And turn around."

She scowled. "Why are you being so demanding and rude all of a sudden? What in the world has gotten into you, Vic? I don't like this."

Both of his hands clenched into tight fists, as his blood boiled hot with on coming rage. Rage that he wanted to unleash upon that pretty little neck of hers. Despite how much he wanted to strangle the little bitch to death, or break her neck in two, he took a deep calming breath and forced himself to push that rage down before he did something rash. He had constantly remind himself that Annabel wasn't just anyone. She was his best friend's little sister and if he hurt her, he would hurt James too and the trust and friendship they had invested in one another would go right out the fucking window.

"Contrary to what you might think, sweetie pie, I know you got one more orgasm in that," he stopped to let his eyes roam slowly over her delectable body, now coated with a thin sheen of sweat, "hot and tight little body of yours. I just thought I'd make the evening worth your while, since your husband has obviously been too busy to provide you a night filled with consecutive and incredible orgasms." He sighed wearily with a shrug of his shoulders, "but if you'd much rather go back to your hotel and get off to yourself rather than letting me fuck you silly, knock yourself out." Pivoting on his heels, he started towards his bathroom, although not actually planning on using it or even getting dressed. He was half-way there when, just as he anticipated, she called out to him.

"Hold on!" She cried.

He stopped in his tracks, turning back around to face her, cocking a challenging brow in her direction, but refrained from saying anything just yet. If she truly wanted it from him, she damn well better not be afraid to fucking speak up and make it known.

She took a deep breath, sitting back on her heels and glancing down at her hands, beginning to fiddle nervously with her fingers. "I'm a bit concerned I might pass out on you, darling, but...I am willing to--"

"Turn around." Victor commanded suddenly, striding back towards the foot of the bed.

Annabel hesitated for about two seconds before doing as she was told, turning herself around and facing the back wall. He reached out, seized her hips in his strong hands and yanked them upward against him, the tip of his shaft probing the crack of her ass. She gasped at his sudden action, tilting her head back against his shoulder as a soft moan escaped her lips. "Oh, my sweet Lord."

"Down, sweetheart." He murmured into her ear. "On your hands and knees," he hissed, placing his right hand against her shoulder and shoving her down onto the mattress.

She squeaked in surprise, quickly reaching out and grabbing a hold of the mattress, as if she were attempting to break her own fall, not that it would be that much of a fall or would do her much of any harm. It was a fucking mattress for Christ's sakes! Why were women always so Goddamn dramatic? He would never know, but for the moment, he could give a shit less. It took her a second to get past the initial shock of being hurled down to the mattress, but once she did, she positioned herself as ordered and got onto her hands and knees.

Feasting his hungry eyes upon her perfectly round, smooth and tight little ass, a wicked grin curled his lips. It was exactly how he had envisioned it, definitely worth the wait. His cock twitched in anticipation of plunging inside those tight depths of hers. His tongue rolled across his bottom lip, feeling the length of his dick grow immensely with each passing second. "Open up for daddy, Annabel," grabbing a hold of each one of her thighs, he spread her legs as far apart as was possible, "you're taking it up the ass this time."

"Oh, darling," she groaned softly, her chin dropping to her chest, stealing a peek between her own thighs. "I really need to clean myself up a bit. I'm a...well, to put it delicately, a mess at the moment."

"They'll be time for that later, my sweet, but for now..." He seized her hips suddenly, yanking her towards him and shoving his cock up into her ass, a deep and loud groan rumbling through his chest as her shallow cheeks clenched against him. "Fuck, baby! You're so Goddamn tight all of a sudden!"

She arched her back, tilted her head back and whimpered, digging her fingernails into the fur of the comforter. "Sorry, it's a little out of my control, darling."

He growled, having not anticipated she would say anything, let alone respond to those words and forced his cock even deeper inside of her as she began to wriggle helplessly beneath him, moaning softly. His right hand connected with her ass in a hard slap. She jumped at that, letting out a loud cry of surprise. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak, sweetheart. In fact, unless you're moaning my fucking name, don't bother uttering a damn word, got it?"

Annabel mewled and through her incessant panting, exuded a weary sigh as her head drooped forward, but gave no acknowledgement that she understood his words. No nod or shake of the head, not even a simple "yes" or "no."

His eyes narrowed irritably on the back of her head, raising his hand and giving her ass another slap, harder than the one before it. She gasped, tensing beneath his hand, the cheeks of her ass clenching against him as a shrill and tortured moan escaped her lips. "Got it?" He barked.

"Y-yes, yes! I've got it!" She replied with a shaky nod of her head.

Victor gave her ass one more smack, not as firm as the other two before it, but still hard enough to stun her to attention. Slipping that same hand between her thighs, he slipped two of his fingers through the slick folds of her labia, curious to know just how wet those spankings had gotten her. To his delight, she was practically dripping with pleasure. The moment his fingers slipped inside her, she gasped and started to wriggle feebly against the mattress, clawing at the comforter as her folds clenched against his fingers.

"Victor, please, shag me!" She pleaded softly, panting as if she couldn't get enough air.

"With pleasure." Without hesitation, he started ramming his cock in and out of her ass, charging through those tight cheeks of hers as savagely as a man violating a woman, with no concern for gentleness. Annabel arched her back, gripping the comforter in front of her, the shrill sounds of her tortured moans like music to his ears. He liked it rough. Always had. Rough, hard and fast. He wasn't the type of man who "made love" to a woman. When he got his cock in their ass or their pussy, he fucked solely for his own need, his own hunger. He didn't give two shits whether she was exhausted or not. He wanted his second orgasm and Goddamn it, he was going to get it!

She shuddered as he increased his pace, arching her back with a whimper, her fingers continuously clawing at the comforter, her head lolling forward towards her chest as she fought to gain control of her rapid respirations. "Oh Vic, I can't--take...anymore."

Bad move baby. He groaned, lifted his hand and gave her ass a hard slap, "not a damn word, remember?" She gasped loudly, her shoulders tensing as she shuddered once again, stiffly nodding her head in regard. The creamy skin of her ass was already turning red from the last two spankings he'd inflicted upon her. Clenching his teeth, he tightened his grip on her hips, lifting her ass higher to get a better angle on screwing her. Jesus Christ! Her ass cheeks gripped him like a vice. She was burning him alive! He panted, his cock pulsating rapidly inside her, the heat creating a cacoon around his head and shooting up his body in the beginnings of his climax.

The sounds of Annabel's whimpering drifted through the air, her limbs taut, her panting and his groans becoming increasingly louder as he pounded her harder, driving them both over the edge. She thrashed and spasmed with a long and tortured moan as she came. He reached his climax three seconds after her, a loud groan rumbling through his chest and resonating around the room, his heart hammering in his chest. He pulled out of her pulsating and rippling sex, but before he let go of her hips altogether, he just had to have a taste of that swollen and hot little pussy. Still fighting to catch his breath, he knelt down in front of the bed, lifted his chin and devoured her with an open mouthed assault. She tasted so fucking sweet! Just like the icing on a delicious little cupcake.

She writhed beneath his mouth and whimpered. "Bloody hell, please..." She muttered feebily. "Oh please, Vic. Stop! I'm--about to..." Her voice trailed off as she exuded a feeble moan, shuddered and relaxed against the mattress.

It wasn't until Victor pulled his mouth away from her, stood up and released his hold on her hips, that he realized what had happened. With the limp way in which her hips fell against the mattress, her closed eyes and the steady rise and fall of her chest, it was clear to him that she had passed out from exhaustion. Her body had been put through so much pleasure that she had given in to a deep slumber. A deep slumber that she probably wouldn't wake from until morning. He stole a glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand, reading: 1:32 AM. He blinked. Was it really after one thirty in the fucking morning? How had it gotten so Goddamn late? "Shit," he cursed softly, his shoulders slumping wearily.

Pivoting on his heels, he brought one of his hands up to scratch the back of his head as he shuffled lazily over towards the nightstand, pulling the condom off and dropping it into the trash can on top of the other one. Turning back to face the bed, he looked down at Annabel's slumbering but oh-so-angelic form. Exhaling sharply, he stepped towards the bed, pulled back the covers and scooped her up into his arms. Gently laying her down at the head of the bed, he tucked her legs under the covers before pulling them up over her, slipping in beside her himself shortly after. Despite all this, she remained uneffected and continued sleeping, as soundly as a baby. While he probably should have cleaned her up before putting her into bed, he was too damn tired, and although he might not admit it to anyone but her, it might be nice to have a little "rememberance" of her staining his sheets. Besides, his maid would take care of it later on tomorrow.

Bringing one of his hands up, he brushed away the strands of hair that had matted themselves to her flushed face. Gazing down at her angelic, almost virginal features, he couldn't help but think of how beautiful she was. Any man would be lucky to have her on their arm. If things were different, he might actually be tempted to continue pursuing the hot little bitch, just to make her his own. However, even if she could keep her constantly yapping mouth in check, there were still two very large problems standing in his way. One of them being his long time friendship with James, and the other being her prick of a husband, Henry. It was just a fucking drama waiting to happen. Screw that! He had enough problems on his hands with the fucking FBI, suspicious cops, and keeping his production company a running success.

Cupping her cheek in his hand, he pressed his lips against hers in a quick but tender kiss. He took one last look at her before turning to shut off the lamp beside the bed, the room instantly turning pitch black, with the exception of the faint green glow coming from the digital clock beside the bed. A weary sigh escaped him as he settled in to get some sleep. Just as he anticipated, he was out like a light seconds after his head hit the pillow.