Episode 4

Alana left the bathroom of that club to cool off a little. She felt like everything was spinning, but that was what she loved most when she drank alcohol; she felt free, like she was flying. She headed back to the dance floor and continued dancing. She had lost sight of Sebastian a while ago, but it wasn't like she cared. He knew how to take care of himself, and of course, so did she. She watched as a man approached her through the dance. She looked him up and down; he wasn't bad at all, but he wasn't entirely her type. She pushed him away when she felt his caresses reach her thighs. She wanted some fun, she wanted sex, but she would choose with whom. She looked at the bottle in her hands; it was empty. She walked to the bar again and looked around; no sign of Sebastian. She asked the bartender for another bottle. He looked at her and sighed; of course, he knew her, she was a frequent customer, and she was also famous for her last name. He handed her the bottle and looked at her seriously.

"Be careful, Miss Rosental," he said with a slight smile. Alana nodded at the warning without concern, took the bottle, and entered the dance floor again, unaware that she had caught the eye of a powerful man.

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In the area above, especially in the VIP area, there was a dark-haired man with amber eyes, drinking whiskey delicately, sitting in that luxurious seat. In front of him was a large window where he could see everything that was happening outside, but no one could see him. For a couple of hours, his gaze had not stopped following that woman who had drunk more than three bottles of expensive whiskey and continued as if nothing had happened. She had endurance for alcohol, which made him wonder if she also had it for sex. He liked women who endured and did not complain or become inhibited during intimacy. In beauty, that girl met his standard; it remained to be seen how she was in bed. He signaled one of his men to go for that girl and bring her before him. He drank his drink and watched everything from that place. Two of his men approached that woman and said some words in her ear. She directed her gaze towards that window, from which she could see nothing. She kept her gaze fixed for a few seconds. Without her knowing it, those amber eyes were looking at her with desire. Then the girl looked at those men and shook her head, continuing with her dance. His men had clear orders to take that woman by hook or by crook. They had already tried by good means; now it was time to do it by bad means, because no woman refused him. He watched as his men grabbed her by her arms and tried to take her by force, but incredibly, that woman did not let them. She put up resistance. His men released her with surprise and looked at their burned hands. He couldn't help it and smiled.

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Alana looked at those two men, the vapor from her body increased, everyone moved away from the dance floor when they felt the strong heat that that woman was giving off, well, not those two men, plus three others came to help them. She let out a heavy sigh, drank from that bottle, and then spat the liquid out, turning into fire in seconds. The men dodged in surprise.

"You want to die? Then come." She threw the bottle forcefully and got into a fighting position. If she wasn't going to have sex that night, she would take it out on those guys. She hated men who sent others to fulfill their whims. If her master, or whatever he was, wanted to meet her, he should have approached her personally.

The men tried to catch that girl, but it was useless. She was skilled in battle, and they couldn't hurt her; they were not allowed to hurt her, but they didn't think that woman would be difficult to bring before their master. Alana hit each of the men, noticing that they only defended themselves. That made it easier for her to leave them on the ground. She sighed and looked at the bottle she had thrown; it was almost whole. She had wasted her favorite bottle. She turned around; she would ask the bartender for another. Everyone watched her with surprise. The girl acted as if nothing had happened.

"Excuse me, nothing happened here, let's continue with the party," she said cheerfully. Those people began to back away more when they saw the imposing man approaching behind Alana. When she felt his presence, she quickly turned, trying to give him a blow, but it was easily stopped by the large hands of that man. Those deep blue eyes and those amber ones met. That man's gaze devoured her. Alana's body reacted only to that. She swallowed hard.

"Let's talk," he said in a deep voice that made Alana's body tremble. She sighed and looked for Sebastian, that idiot disappeared when she needed him most. Did she need him? She wondered. She looked that man up and down; he was very tall, much more than that stupid Joan. He wore a black shirt, rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, muscular arms with tattoos. He had a few days' beard and perfectly defined lips that were beginning to tempt her.

"Okay." She broke free from his grip and tried to act as disinterested as possible. She didn't want to look easy at first, not that she was, but that man was really her type. Or rather, he was something new for her, and she wanted to try him. That man gave way. Both began to walk towards that private room. When they arrived, Alana looked out of the window; it did have a good view. She had already heard of those VIP rooms, but she had not been interested in taking one; she preferred to have fun with the others. She looked at the expensive bottle of whiskey and did not hesitate to take the served glass and drink all the liquid in one gulp. That man watched her and let out a silent laugh.

"Your name?" The man asked bluntly. She looked at him as she poured herself more alcohol and frowned.

"Does it matter?" She replied. The man nodded; he really didn't care who she was, it would only be a night of pleasure that they would both enjoy.

"No, not really." He crossed his arms and looked her up and down. Her legs were long and sturdy, she had wide hips and a small waist, her bust was not so big, but for him they were the perfect size. On his way to the room, he did not miss the opportunity to observe her rear, round and large, perfect for him. His gaze focused on her face, her nose was small and fine, her cheeks were red, perhaps from makeup or the heat of so much dancing and drinking, her lips were oval and perfectly outlined, he already wanted to know how good she was using that mouth, those blue eyes were looking at him in detail, he could understand that she was also detailing him.

"So, here?" She asked with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other. He smiled amused, that girl knew what she was doing, he really hoped she could satisfy him that night.

"Let's go." He pointed to a door that was on one side. She had not noticed it. Alana walked to that door, took all the liquid from that glass and left it on the table, but did not leave the bottle, she knew she would need it.

Passing through that door, there was a bedroom. She was surprised that there was such a thing in that place. She did not know about it. Had she known, she would have made use of the VIP area with that stupid Joan a long time ago. She approached the huge window that overlooked the city. It was already night. She looked at her wristwatch, it was almost midnight. She had not even noticed the time. She felt that man behind her, her breathing quickened, she was beginning to doubt what she was about to do. The man took her by the waist and pulled her to him, she felt something hard on her lower back, she sighed, she was already there, she could not chicken out, she turned to face him, those amber eyes were looking at her with ardent desire, she opened her lips slightly and ran her tongue over her lower lip, the man smiled and leaned towards her, trapping those lips in a fierce kiss, Alana responded to the ferocity of that kiss, that man began to take his hands to her perfect rear and squeezed it, she moaned in that kiss, without thinking she bit his lower lip, the man groaned and stopped the kiss, he looked at her intensely, he pulled her to the bed, where he threw her with a certain abruptness, she tried to get up, but that man climbed on top of her, took the bottle she had in her hand and drank from it, then kissed her again, Alana felt that liquid passing through her mouth, that man's hands began to travel over her body over that dress, until they reached the beginning of her thighs, he put his hand in until he reached her entrance, Alana gasped as she felt his fingers begin to caress that area, the man stopped the kiss again, went down to her entrance, placed his legs over his shoulders and in seconds his tongue was already running through her wet intimacy.

"Oh, fuck!" Alana shouted with pleasure, that man knew what he was doing, he was an expert with his tongue and not only his tongue, his fingers moved exquisitely inside her, she tightened the sheets of that bed, enjoying the pleasure of that man, she could not contain her moans, they came out of her mouth uncontrollably, soon she felt that she was reaching climax, she wrapped her legs around him and arched her back, a loud cry full of pleasure came out of her mouth, she looked at the ceiling, her breathing was agitated, she could not believe that that man had made her finish only using his mouth and fingers in such a short time, not even Joan had achieved such a thing, her legs loosened their grip, the man stood up and looked at her with a proud smile, while taking off his shirt, then began to unbutton his pants, he raised his eyebrows in a fun way, without stopping looking at her, Alana understood everything with that look, now it was her turn to give pleasure to that man, she sat on the bed and her crotch was perfectly at her height, she lowered her pants leaving him only in boxers, she looked at the already grown bulge, ran her tongue over that fabric, the man gasped, lowered the boxers, opening his eyes in surprise when seeing the size of what he was about to taste, she raised her gaze to that man, he did not stop looking at her with a fun and dark look at the same time, she smiled, without stopping looking at him she began her caresses with her hands, the man placed his hands on her head and tangled his fingers in her silky hair, guiding her to his intimacy, she did not refuse, he had already given her great pleasure, now it was her turn and she wanted to return the favor, she slid her tongue, she took her time in her caresses, but that man preferred to have control, he began to penetrate her quickly, Alana tried to control her urge to vomit, that man continued with his rough assault, little by little she got used to the movements and began to take control, the man gasps, that woman was good at her job, she had easily gotten used to his rhythm, he felt her taking control again, her tongue slid majestically, he felt that he would soon finish, he sank into her throat until he released all his liquid in her, he released her and came out of her, he smiled when seeing how she swallowed that thick liquid and what had dripped from her lips she tasted with her tongue, it would be a long night, he knew it, that woman would please him as he liked.