In a cold, dim hall, a masked young man with platinum blonde hair sat on a throne-like chair. A man in his fifties stood before him, his voice raised in anger as he shouted, "I don't care how you do it, Ronald! I want my treasure back!"The young man's low, dangerous chuckle echoed through the hall as he calmly replied, "Oh, you will get your treasure back, Mr. Baldwin."
"Lilly please, bring the treasure, to me Baldwin"
A young girl with a cold expression approached, carrying a large chest.
The old man, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, stared at the masked man. "Go ahead, Mr. Baldwin," the young man said, playing with his long fingernails.
"It seems you don't trust me?"The old man's hands shook as he approached the chest, struggling to open it. It was heavy and would not budge.
The young man smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "A deal is a deal, Mr. Baldwin. If you can't open the box, I'm afraid you won't be walking out of here today."
The masked men in black robes and caps moved in, surrounding the old man, their menacing presence looming over him.
The young man rose from his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "It seems you have failed, Mr. Baldwin," he said coldly. "You won't be walking out of here today."
As the masked men closed in on the old man, the young man's smirk turned to a sneer."Enjoy your last moments, of running around Mr. Baldwin. It was a pleasure doing business with you."
"Let him run," the young man said with a playful smile, his long nails clicking against each other. "It would be too easy to end it like this. He should at least have some memories before his end.
"His cold, cruel voice resonated in the hall. The old man, his eyes wide with fear and pain, screamed, "You fraud, Roland! You cheated me! No, let me go!"The masked man giggled, his twisted amusement echoing throughout the hall.
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Lana lay back in her chair, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the massage from Kyle and Taylor. Olivia fed her ripe, juicy fruits as she moaned in pleasure, her eyes closed and a smile curling her lips.
"Yes, yes, right there," she sighed, her breath catching in her throat as they kneaded her muscles expertly. "Haaa, yes."
Kyle, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his expression filled with fear, glanced at Lana as he massaged her shoulders. "You won't tell Boss Nicholas about this, right?" he asked, his voice quavering.
Lana's lips curled into a teasing smile as she opened her eyes. "I don't know yet," she said, a playful gleam in her eyes.
"It depends on how well you all perform."Olivia giggled softly, her fingers lightly touching Lana's arm as she fed her another piece of fruit.
In the corner, Skyler and Mike sat, their expressions calm and collected as they watched the scene unfold.
Ryan , however, were conspicuously absent.Suddenly, the door burst open and Nicholas strode into the room, his face a mask of anger.
The room fell silent at the sudden intrusion, as Lana and the others turned to face the furious Nicholas. Lana's expression shifted from pleasure to fear, her heart racing as she stood up, frozen in place.
Nicholas swept his piercing gaze over the room, taking in the scene before him: Lana, in her state of semi-undress, the fruits scattered around her, and the others, still in the midst of their massage."What the hell is going on here?" Nicholas yelled, his voice like a thunderclap.
"We were only giving Miss Lana a massage, I swear," Kyle blurted out nervously, his voice cracking as he tried to calm the angry Nicholas.
Lana stared at Kyle unbelievably, she wished she could cover his mouth.
Lana, her heart pounding, quickly tried to cover herself as Nicholas's cold gaze swept over her semi-undressed body.
He approached her, closing the distance between them, and her gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet his piercing eyes.With a smirk, Nicholas lifted Lana's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"If you want a massage, I'll give you one," he whispered audibly. Lana let out a nervous laugh, but Nicholas's smirk didn't waver.
"Hmm, hehheh, you don't have to I…." Before she could finish her words, In a swift motion, he swept her up into his arms.
She stared at him, her eyes wide, with that smirk on his face, she knew what he's up to.
"Nicholas! Stop! What are you doing?" Lana protested, struggling against his grip.
"Let me go! I'll bite you! I didn't do anything wrong!"As Nicholas carried her towards the stairs, Lana's protests grew louder and more frantic.
"Where are we going?" she demanded, panic rising in her voice.
He ignored her pleas, carrying her up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind them. He dropped her on the bed, her eyes wide with fear as she watched him remove his jacket, his muscles tensing with each movement.
Lana swallowed hard, her breath quickening as she tried to speak, "Nicholas, you promised..." She trailed off, her panic palpable.
A smirk played on Nicholas's lips as he climbed onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight. He whispered in her ear, his voice husky, "I didn't promise not to touch you."
He traced his lips down her neck, nipping at her skin, causing her to shiver.
"I only promised not to have sex with you until tomorrow." He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.
Lana bit her lip, her body betraying her with every touch.
"you... You tricked me." She stammered, unable to complete her words as the unexplainable pleasure surge through her.
"Did I?" Nicholas asked, his body hummed with desire.
"You.. little... fraud....mmmm" she moaned out, surprised as the sound coming out of her mouth, gripping onto his neck.
As he whispered against her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin, Nicholas added, "I want to hear those little moans of yours again. I want them for myself."
Lana bit her lips, a rush of heat spreading through her body as she processed his words.
"Which moans?"she asked staring at him confused, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Those little moans, during the massage, I want them too"