Chapter 301: [R18]Golden Reward
Victoria remained for a moment with her back against the door, hands behind her, savoring the heavy silence that had just settled in the bedroom. The smile floating on her lips was no longer that of the calculating businesswoman. It was something more powerful, more free. Something that had waited too long.
She slowly advanced toward Nash.
She did not rush; she had all the time in the world. Each step was measured. She savored the space between them, the way the dim light caressed her skin through the thin nightdress. Nash, despite his imposing size, suddenly seemed smaller than the space he occupied. Victoria, on the other hand, was growing in her own desire.
She stopped a few centimeters from him. Her sapphire eyes slowly traveled over him, from top to bottom, as if she were seeing him for the first time without any filter.
"You look surprised," she murmured in a low and warm voice. "Did you really think I was going to let you leave after locking you in here?"
Nash did not answer right away. His gaze was fixed on her, but one could see the tension in his jaw, in the way his shoulders remained straight, as if he were still trying to maintain some distance. He had spent months setting rules, maintaining a barrier between them. And now, that barrier had just shattered with the simple sound of a key falling onto a bed.
Victoria raised her hand and gently placed her fingers on his chest, just above his heart. She felt the beats, powerful and a little too fast.
"You’re trembling. Are you afraid, my little rat?" she said, tilting her head slightly. "Where has that arrogance gone that made Harlan tremble an hour ago?"
She took one more step. Her body brushed against his. The heat of her skin through the nightdress spread against him. Her perfume, warm, slightly sweet, with a woody note, completely enveloped him.
Nash lowered his eyes toward her. His breathing was already heavier.
"You’re playing with fire," he murmured, his voice tense.
Victoria slid her hand higher, up to his neck, then to his jaw. Her fingers were warm. She slowly caressed the line of his emerging stubble with the tips of her nails.
"Oh? Is this finally a promise?" she continued in a low voice. "You spent all this time pushing me away. Telling me it would never be like this. That I wouldn’t pay you with my body. That you wouldn’t touch the untouchable woman everyone desires."
She rose slightly onto her tiptoes, close enough for her lips to almost brush his as she spoke.
"And now... look at yourself. You’re not even moving anymore."
Nash breathed in more deeply. He felt her breath against his mouth. He felt the heat of her body. He felt especially how real she was, there, in front of him, without a mask, without calculation, without strategy. Just Victoria. Freed.
She let her lips brush his, once, twice, almost innocently. Then she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.
"Do you want to know what it feels like?" she murmured. "To be the first. The only one. All those powerful men... all those gazes that followed me for years. And it’s you. You who arrives and does this to me."
She slid both hands onto his chest and began slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt, one by one, never looking away.
"You have no idea what this means to me, Nash."
When the last button was undone, she parted the fabric and placed her palms directly on his bare skin. The heat of his chest rose into her fingers. She slowly caressed his pectorals, savoring the sensation.
Nash closed his eyes for a fraction of a second. When he opened them again, something had changed. The last ounce of resistance he was still trying to maintain was visibly crumbling.
Victoria saw it and smiled.
"You can still try to resist," she said, pressing herself completely against him. "But we both know it’s over."
She rose again onto her tiptoes, this time without hesitation. Her lips brushed his one last time, very slowly, almost hesitantly.
The contact was first light, barely a warm and soft caress. Victoria stayed there for a moment, her lips resting against his, as if she were savoring the simple fact of being able to touch him.
Then she pressed a little more.
The kiss began with deceptive softness. Her lips were warm, slightly moist, and they moved against his with deliberate slowness.
Nash felt the scent of her skin mingling with the sweet and amber scent of her perfume. He also felt the slight taste of coffee that remained on her lips.
Victoria tilted her head slightly and deepened the kiss. Her lips parted, and her tongue timidly brushed his. It was still only a graze, soft and exploratory. But very quickly, the softness gave way to something hungrier.
She moaned softly against his mouth, a low and vibrant sound that seemed to come from deep inside her. As if years of frustration and contained desire were suddenly pouring out.
Her tongue slid more boldly against his, hot, wet, and demanding. The kiss became deeper, dirtier, more intense.
Nash was instantly drowned in Victoria.
Through his half-open eyes, he saw her long golden lashes trembling, her face so close that he could make out the smallest details of her skin.
His nose was saturated with the scent of her warm skin, mixed with her expensive perfume and the slight sweet note of the coffee she had drunk. His mouth was invaded by the taste of her lips, her saliva, and the coffee still present on her tongue.
The wet and obscene sound of their tongues mingling and their lips sticking and peeling apart echoed in the room, almost too loud in the silence.
He felt her heavy, warm breasts pressed against his bare chest through the thin nightdress. He felt her hips pressing against his without any restraint, and her fingers digging into his hair to hold him exactly where she wanted him.
It was not just a kiss.
It was Victoria.
The woman that dozens of powerful men had dreamed of touching, possessing, conquering for years. The untouchable queen. And she was there, pressed against him, kissing him with an almost savage hunger, as if she wanted to devour him entirely.
Nash moaned despite himself, a deep and hoarse sound that vibrated between their mouths. His hands, which had remained still until now, finally rose to grab her hips. He gripped them firmly, feeling the warm and soft curve of her skin under the nightdress.
Victoria smiled against his mouth, victorious.
"There..." she murmured between two kisses, her voice already hoarser and breathless. "Stop fighting."
She kissed him again, this time without any restraint. Her tongue danced against his with growing hunger, deeper and dirtier. Her hips moved slowly against him, rubbing her body against the already hard bulge in his pants, in a slow and provocative motion.
Nash was lost.
And Victoria knew it.
She let out a moan of pure pleasure against his mouth as she felt the size of the monster pressing against her lower belly. She broke the kiss for a brief moment, her gaze filled with lust, a possessive smile on her lips, and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her lips swollen and shiny, her breathing short.
"Sit down," she ordered softly.
She guided him toward the edge of the bed without really giving him a choice. Nash sat down, his legs slightly spread. Victoria remained standing in front of him, now towering over him.
She looked down at him, a slow and satisfied smile on her lips.
"That’s better," she said. "Now... you’re going to watch me."
She grabbed the hem of her nightdress and, without haste, slowly slid it along her body, casually tossing it onto the carpet, finally revealing her divine nudity to Nash’s wide-open eyes.
Her mature woman’s body was a carnal work of art: heavy, round, magnificently full breasts, whose dark areolas and nipples hardened by excitement pointed proudly toward him. Her golden skin captured the amber glow of the Spires’ twilight, her waist narrowing before opening onto the outrageous curve of her hips.
She had kept only a black lace thong, a sophisticated model that perfectly hugged the roundness of her ass and hinted, through the transparent mesh, at her impeccably trimmed mound of Venus already glistening with arousal.
"Look at me, Nash," she murmured as she straddled his thighs to sit on his lap. "Take my hands. Touch what you’ve won."
She seized his massive titan palms and first pressed them against her heavy, warm breasts. She forced his rough fingers to squeeze her warm and generous flesh, making her chest overflow between his hands.
Nash immediately felt the incredible softness of her breasts, their perfect weight, their elasticity. He kneaded them gently at first, almost cautiously, as if he still couldn’t believe he finally had the right to touch them.
Then his touch became hungrier.
He kneaded them harder, his thumbs daring to pass over her already hard nipples, pinching them lightly. Victoria let out a hoarse moan, arching her back to offer them better to his hands.
"Yes... touch them," she murmured in a breathless voice. "They’re yours tonight."
Nash was in full effervescence and lost control. He buried his face between her breasts, soaking in the scent of her golden skin, an intoxicating mix of high-end vanilla, luxury perfume, and pure lust.
He breathed in deeply, like a man who had been short of air for months.
His tongue came out to lick the valley between her breasts, tasting her warm and slightly salty skin, Victoria’s skin.
Harlan and Hector would go crazy if they saw this scene.
Victoria moaned louder, her fingers digging into his hair to hold him against her.
It was fucking Victoria.
The Queen of Blacklist, the Queen of Nothing, the Queen from up there, the woman that dozens of powerful men had dreamed of possessing, was there, sitting on him, rubbing her soaked thong against his burning crotch.
Her hips rolled more and more wildly, pressing her wet pussy against the huge bulge straining his pants.
Nash raised his head, his eyes shining with desire. Victoria took the opportunity to capture his mouth in a new kiss.
This kiss was even more intense than the previous one. Victoria kissed him with full mouth, deep tongue, abundant saliva.
She shook her head violently from left to right, devouring his lips like a starving woman. Her tongue swirled against his with an almost animalistic greed. She moaned into his mouth, a wet sound that filled his head, while continuing to rub her body against his.
Nash was completely overwhelmed. He felt everything: the taste of her saliva, the warm wetness of her tongue, the weight of her breasts rubbing against his chest, the way her ass bounced on his thighs with every hip movement.
He had never been kissed like this. Even Sarra, with all her sensuality, had never reached this level of intensity.
Victoria finally broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. She looked him in the eyes, panting, her lips swollen and shiny.
"You see..." she murmured, breathless. "This is what I want. No rules. No barriers. Just you and me."
She slowly descended along his body, kneeling between his spread legs. Nash leaned on his elbows, his torso slightly raised to see her better. Victoria smiled at him, a predatory and satisfied smile. Her fine fingers descended to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them with deliberate slowness.
She lowered the zipper, then pulled the fabric down. Nash’s enormous cock finally sprang out, heavy, thick, veined, and already glistening with pre-cum. It was almost frightening in its size and rigidity.
Victoria contemplated it for a long moment, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Fuck..." she breathed, almost reverent. "I spent months imagining it. Wondering what it would feel like... And it’s even more impressive than in my fantasies."
She grasped the base of the thick cock with one hand, squeezing it firmly. Her tongue came out to slowly lick the swollen glans, collecting the pre-cum that flowed abundantly.
"And now, my little rat..." she said, her hot breath tickling the sensitive head of the cock, "I’m going to make you understand what it means to be desired by me."
