Chapter One
We had a whirlwind start, and our passion was undeniable. After our first encounter, we couldn't bear to spend a night apart, despite the uncertainty of our future.
There was something captivating about him - the way the sun and moon seemed to rise in his eyes, his gentle touch, and the way he rocked my body with an otherworldly intensity.
The way he worshipped my toes, the electric energy that coursed through me when he was on top... I thought I could handle the heat, but I was just getting to know him.
We were consumed by our desire, making love with a ferocity that left me breathless. But deep down, I knew he wasn't here to stay.
The feelings were too good to be real, and I was torn between embracing the passion and protecting my heart. I tried to run from it, but he caught me, his gaze piercing mine as he whispered, "Kyle, there's no turning back."
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SEX ALL NIGHT
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Kyle Butig, the enigmatic 24-year-old heiress to a billionaire gangster's empire, had long been shrouded in mystery. As the sole director of KNIGHTS, her father's most lucrative venture, she had grown accustomed to a life of solitude, her once vibrant spirit dampened by the loss of her cherished childhood friend.
Her existence had become a dull, unpredictable haze - until the fateful night of her father's birthday celebration, when the arrival of the captivating Tored ignited a spark within her, heralding a transformation that would forever alter the course of her life.
Tored, a 27-year-old enigma, embodied the essence of a mystical being. His deep blue hair cascaded like a waterfall of night, framing his porcelain skin with an ethereal glow.
Turquoise eyes, like shimmering pools of paradise, sparkled with an otherworldly intensity, leaving all who beheld him entranced.
Chiselled features, refined and delicate, belied a strength and resilience forged in the depths of his mysterious past. Full lips, tinted with a subtle rose hue, curled into a subtle, knowing smile, as if holding secrets only whispers could reveal.
His gaze, a piercing fusion of femininity and power, beckoned like a siren's call, drawing all into the depths of his mesmerizing presence.
Just before her father's birthday, Kyle spent $1.5 billion - about 70% of her wealth - on a luxurious yacht as a gift for him. She was confident she could recoup the cost within the year
Kyle walked elegantly into the living room, her face cold and lips sealed. A delicate glass bag dangled from her hand, its fragile beauty a stark contrast to the unyielding determination in her eyes. Her transparent heels, laced with glittering diamonds, clicked softly on the floor, announcing her arrival like a whispered secret.
The guards stationed at the entrance didn't bother to help with her bag or anything else as they all bowed for a long to avoid eye contact with her.
Just as she was about to use the elevator, a deep voice echoed through the room.
"sweetheart!"
Kyle's gaze fell upon a chiseled figure, a few years older, lounging confidently on a plush white lion-skin love seat. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a hint of sophistication, giving off the air of a young, affluent mogul. With a subtle grace, he pressed his lips to the tobacco in his right hand, while cradling a cup of wine in the other.
Kyle's face softened and she smiled warmly.
"Dad!" she called, her voice was the opposite of her look. "You are back!" she said as she walked to him.
"Yes! I have to come home early to thank you for the yacht. It's a lot." He said calmly but his voice remained deep.
"Charles Butig is known to have multiple jets but no yacht and I thought one would be cool," Kyle said and sat down beside her dad.
"Rumor has it you've been shaking things up at the company, making bold new moves," Charles remarked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he let the tobacco fall from his lips.
Kyle's gaze drifted upward, her eyes betraying a hint of impatience as she rose from her seat. "Can't it wait until after your birthday, Dad?" she asked, her tone a gentle rebuff.
Charles's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "Just a brief whisper, Kyle. I must know what's brewing in that sharp mind of yours," he coaxed, his voice a gentle persuasion.
With a flourish, Kyle announced, "I've secured a treasure trove of gold and cranked up the jewellery production lines. That's all, for now..." She raised an eyebrow as she poured a generous serving of wine into her glass, the liquid glowing like liquid gold in the light.
Charles's voice cut through the air, a gentle warning, "Sweetheart, beware, that wine is potent..."
But Kyle just flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with defiance, before downing the wine in one swift, daring gulp.
As the glass slammed back onto the table, she leaned in, her voice husky, "Until tomorrow night, dad...when the real celebration begins."
As Kyle sashayed towards the elevator, her heels clicking out a rhythmic farewell, Charles called out,"But today hasn't ended!"
"I'm not leaving my room until then!" she said, stepping inside. As the doors closed, she added, "Let's go out tonight."
Charles grinned, raising his wine glass in a cheerful toast, "Thanks, kiddo!".
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Kyle descended the stairs, wearing a knee-length black dress that paired perfectly with her heels. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a delicate diamond necklace and earrings that matched her small bag.
Charles was waiting downstairs with some guards, who bowed as soon as they saw Kyle approaching. She had surprised him by taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
Kyle's expression was serious as usual, but it softened slightly when she saw her dad. "Where are we going?" she asked, walking up to him.
"Wherever you want to go, we'll go - a club, or anywhere else," Charles said, as they both stepped out of the luxurious living room.
"Fair by me. I may need some pills to take care of my anxiety." Kyle said, trying not to sound nervous.
Charles replied, his voice gentle and reassuring, "You're with me, so no worries, Baroness. And remember, no drugs to cope with nerves." As he spoke, the guards swung open the car doors on both sides, inviting them to step in.
The sleek and luxurious convoy, spearheaded by a phalanx of powerful motorcycles, tore through the deserted road, their engines roaring like a chorus of wild beasts. Sports cars, their sleek designs glinting in the moonlight, followed closely behind, trailed by stately Rolls Royce cars and futuristic Tesla Cybertrucks, their LED lights casting an otherworldly glow. The entire procession moved with a sense of purpose and power, its route cleared earlier that night by decree of Charles Butig, the notorious gangster lord, who commanded the road like a modern-day king.
As the cars moved, Kyle sneaked a glance at her dad, admiring him. She smiled, taking in his stylish outfit - a black diamond-buttoned shirt, black trousers held up by a designer belt, and a long jacket. His handsome face sparkled with a diamond necklace and earrings, and his wristwatch shone as he ran his hand through his perfectly styled dark brown hair.
"Have you fallen in love with me?" Charles asked seductively, there was a perpetual twinkle in his eyes and Kyle looked away quickly as she was caught off guard.
"isn't it painfully clear that we're the master craftsmen behind the jewels?" Kyle said mockingly, still avoiding eye contact.
"What?" Charles asked, looking confused.
"you have too many diamonds on. You are blinding me." She said earnestly.
"You have a strange way of giving compliments," Charles said softly, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as he watched the convoy make its way through the winding road. A few seconds later, the cars came to a stop.
"Baby, welcome to the party!" Charles exclaimed, his voice low and smooth, as the doors swung open on both sides like a ceremonial greeting. But his demeanour swiftly shifted, his face turning cold and imposing as he stepped out of the car. His very presence seemed to command attention, exuding an aura of danger that caused passersby to pause and now briefly in respect.
The melancholic yet enchanting atmosphere pervaded the night air, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the ocean's gentle waves. Amidst a row of buildings, one structure stood out, its facade aglow with a soft, ethereal light. The sweet, lilting strains of music wafted from within, entwining with the moonbeams to create an otherworldly ambience, as if the very essence of the night had been distilled into this one, magical moment.
Kyle emerged from the car, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a practised intensity, taking in every detail of the scene. She spotted her father's henchmen dispersing into the nearby buildings, their casual strolls belied by the subtle tension in their shoulders and the telltale bulges of their weapons. "It's quiet out here...not as I thought," Kyle murmured, her voice tinged with surprise.
"Inside, the atmosphere is different," Charles declared, his eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. "Let's make it our night, Baroness," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with persuasion. His gaze locked onto hers, holding her attention with an intensity that was both captivating and unnerving, as if he could see right through to her very soul.
Kyle's lips curled into a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with a warm invitation. "It's been a while, though," she said, her voice husky and hinting at a shared history, the gentle lilt of her words conjuring a sense of nostalgia and longing.
"you've been working nonstop these days that I barely see your face," Charles said as he surveyed her body with his eyes. "You've lost some weight."
Kyle looked into his eyes with determination and said "Lost weight or not...we are doing it again tonight!"