Miguel Delmas, a Billionaire living in Spain, had faced the most dangerous deals in the world. He had sat across from arms dealers, oil tycoons, and kings dressed in bespoke suits.
But nothing ever unnerved him quite like Kira Mickal.
She was everything he was never supposed to want.
Too young. Too wild. Too mysterious.
He never mixed business with desire.
But Kira wasn't just temptation she was chaos wrapped in silk.
The first time Miguel saw her was in Monaco. He had flown in for business, sharp-eyed and focused until his attention was stolen by a girl across the room.
She was only nineteen then, lounging between older men, laughing like she owned the world.
Filthy rich. Unapologetically popular and if the rumors were true… a pornstar.
Everyone wondered how Kira became so rich without the backing of a family. Her parents had died when she was just a child, but she never spoke about them and never offered an explanation.
Still, the world watched. Older men, powerful men, and even married men lined up for a taste of her attention. She entertained them. Flashed them her signature smile. But never let any of them get too close.
Kira was devastatingly beautiful at an age when most girls were still trying to figure themselves out. But Kira? She already knew who she was. She created her legend.
Miguel didn't approach her cause someone like Kira wouldn't give love a chance not when the world was already at her feet.
She didn't need anyone.
So he returned to Spain, mind spinning with numbers and images of her.
Two years later, Miguel returned to Monaco. Not as a businessman. As a stranger with a mission.
He kept his identity hidden and applied to be her private bodyguard.
Out of the dozens who applied, she picked Miguel.
Why? He didn't know. Maybe he was just lucky.
But from that moment forward, He watched her walk into suites with older men. He watched her laugh like she didn't care. He watched her disappear behind doors where no sound came out.
Months passed quietly under the guise of protection until one brutal night shattered the rules between them.
It was almost midnight when he heard his room door creak open.
He turned, expecting nobody. Instead, he saw Kira.
Completely naked.
She stood in the doorway like a goddess summoned from her worst sin.
Her nipples were hard, her skin glowing gold in the low light. Her long hair tumbled down her back, and her lips were red and parted slightly like she was daring him to speak.
Miguel swallowed. "You're drunk."
She smiled lazily and stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her.
He tried to look away.
"You shouldn't be here," he said hoarsely, voice cracking with the weight of his need.
"But I am," she whispered.
She walked slowly, hips swaying, gaze locked on him like he was prey. She tilted her head, eyes glinting.
"You watch me, Miguel," she said. "Everywhere I go. Like I'm some kind of forbidden fruit."
He didn't speak. His jaw clenched.
"I bet you've imagined this," she continued, walking closer. Me. Naked. Standing right here.
He looked down, breathing hard. But it was no use his cock was already reacting. Thick. Hard. Twitching beneath the waistband of his pants.
She saw it.
"Oh…" Her smile widened. Looks like I'm right.
"Kira," he warned, stepping back.
She followed, slow and sweet.
Does it ache? she asked, eyes drifting down to the bulge pressing against his pants. Does it hurt, Miguel? Want me to help you with it?
He shut his eyes. "Don't."
"Why not?" she purred, now standing chest-to-chest with him. Her fingers traced his abs, down, lower… just above the line of his pants. "Isn't this what you want?"
His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her touch but not his erection. That throbbed mercilessly.
"I'll break you," he said through gritted teeth.
She bit her bottom lip. "Then do it."
His jaw twitched.
I could ruin you, he said. "You don't know what I'm capable of."
She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
"Fuck me, Miguel. Or I'll fire you." That was it.
That single filthy threat snapped the last string holding him together.
Miguel growled an animal sound and shoved her back against the wall.
She gasped but didn't stop him. She spread her legs slightly, inviting him in. Daring him.
"I should walk away," he said, pressing his forehead to hers, his hips already grinding against her heat.
"But you won't," she whispered. "You can't."
One of his hands dropped to his groin. He palmed his cock through his pants, hissing under his breath.
See? she teased, biting her lip. You're already touching it.
He yanked down his zipper and pulled himself free. Thick. Veined. Already leaking.
"Touch it," he commanded.
She moaned, wrapping her fingers around him in slow, tight strokes that made his knees nearly buckle.
He lifted her in one motion, her legs wrapping around him, her wetness coating his skin. He pressed his cock against her entrance but didn't push in.
Say it again, he said, voice dark and broken.
"Fuck me," she whispered, eyes locked on his. "Hard D*ck. Like you hate me.
And he did.
He drove into her with one thrust, brutal and blinding. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. His hips slammed into her over and over, wet sounds filling the room, her moans sharp and high-pitched.
Do you think you can tease me like that and not pay for it? He growled.
"I want to pay," she gasped. "Make me."
Her head fell back, mouth open in pleasure, as Miguel fucked her like it was war. Every thrust was punishing. Possessive. Desperate.
She welcomed the roughness.
Miguel held her up by the thighs, his fingers digging into her skin like he wanted to leave a mark proof that she was his, at least for tonight.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her lips brushing his jaw, her breath warm and panting.
He thrust. Hard.
Kira's gasp broke into a sharp cry as Miguel pushed deep inside her, stretching her until she couldn't breathe. Her nails scraped down his back, her legs trembling from the sudden fullness.
"F…fuck," she whimpered. "You feel… so big"
Miguel didn't stop. He couldn't.
His control snapped the moment she walked into his room naked, demanding him like a queen issuing orders to her warrior. And now, he was buried deep inside her, thrusting with unrelenting force.
He grunted with every motion, his hips slamming into her with a punishing rhythm.
"You wanted this," he growled. Thrust.
"You begged for this." Thrust.
"You fired me if I didn't f*ck you" Thrust.
"So take it."
Kira moaned wildly, her head hitting the wall, her legs shaking as he drove into her harder and harder.
She'd had sex before more than she'd ever admit.
But this?
This was different and possession.
Every drag of his thick length inside her sent jolts of heat up her spine. Her body trembled, her toes curling as her walls clenched around him, desperate to hold him in.
"I can't.." she gasped. Miguel, I'm…
His hand reached down and circled her clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles that made her scream.
Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike.
Kira's legs buckled around his waist, her whole body seizing up. She cried out his name sharply, desperate as pleasure tore through her.
Miguel didn't stop.
Even as she shook. Even as her body convulsed from the release, he kept thrusting. Pounding into her with brutal rhythm, his jaw clenched, breath ragged.
"Again," he demanded, his voice guttural.
She could barely respond her body too sensitive, too overstimulated but her hips rolled forward instinctively, chasing more.
He grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him again.
And again.
Until she was a mess in his arms, her moans hoarse, her thighs soaked, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin.
Then, finally, he grunted loud, deep, and thrust one last time.
His whole body shuddered as he came, spilling into her with a growl that vibrated against her neck. His cock throbbed inside her, twitching as he filled her so deep she could feel it in her stomach.
They stayed like that, tangled together.
Sweaty. Breathless. Spent.