Chapter 429: Dirty Thoughts

"How much data and airtime?"

"Enough that she can use for a long time without disturbance."

"Girlfriend?"

"Something like that."

Smiling heartily at what he saw as Stan trying to hide the obvious, the clerk shook his head, selected a plan, ran the activation, and slid the small plastic sleeve across the counter. Stan paid in cash, took the receipt, and walked back out into the cooling air.

Beside the Lamborghini he opened the Samsung box, slid the SIM into place, and powered the phone on. The screen lit. After a few seconds the network connected. Signal bars appeared, clean and steady. He checked once more, then slipped the phone into his pocket and set the box and charger neatly on the passenger seat.

Camilla would want to test this the moment she had it. The thought almost made him smile. An ancient vampire, curious about notifications and swipe gestures. He made sure the battery was high enough and wondered how quickly she would understand the interface.

Knowing her, not long. He started the engine. The low growl filled the cabin as he merged into evening traffic.

After he delivered the phone, he would go to Mia.

Winning Camilla would take time. Pride like hers did not fold because of a gift, even a gift she had asked for. Crowding her now would only make her pull the mask tighter. Space, after this, might do more work than another visit. Mia was different. Her presence was simpler, warmer, easier to settle into after a day that had already held Qi messages, a startled shop girl, and the lingering taste of Amelia’s first kiss. He wanted the comfort of Mia’s body and the way she looked at him without calculation. He also needed to keep the balance among the women in his life from tilting too far in any one direction. Strange days required grounding. Mia was grounding.

The thought of Camilla did not leave him.

It shifted.

He saw her beneath him, pale skin flushed pink, long white hair spilled across dark sheets, luminous red eyes half-lidded and hazy. That composed face broken open. Heavy breathing. Soft, involuntary sounds she would hate herself for making.

He imagined her on her hands and knees. One hand gripping her hip, the other coming down hard on her full, pale ass. The sharp sound. The way her flesh would jump and bloom red. He would take her from behind in deep, unhurried strokes while she tried and failed to keep her voice even.

’That’s it. Stay like that. You feel so fucking tight. Look at you, taking it like you were made for it.’

He would spank her again. And again. Until she gasped and pushed back into him despite herself.

Then her straddling him, thighs trembling as she rode. His hands locked on her waist, guiding her down onto him. Mouth at her ear.

’Slower. No, deeper. Don’t hide from me. Moan louder. I want to hear you lose it. You’re mine now. That cold little act doesn’t work when you’re this wet.’

Then on her back, legs pushed up, completely open. Him driving into her until her usual elegance was gone and there was only flushed skin, shaking breath, and the broken sound of his name.

’Filthy and beautiful. That’s what you are. I’m going to ruin that composure until you can’t put it back together. Beg if you need to. I like you like this.’

The fantasy lingered. He stayed hard the whole drive, one hand tight on the wheel, the city sliding past the windshield in streaks of gold and white. He could almost feel the heat of her, the way her body would clench when he spanked her again, the way her red eyes would go unfocused when he finally stopped pretending she was still in control.

Eventually the images loosened their hold.

City lights moved across the glass. The Lamborghini handled the road with easy precision. The cabin stayed quiet except for the engine. Busy streets thinned into quieter ones as he turned toward home.

The gate recognized him and opened. He drove through and continued into the parking garage.

The space was still and cool, concrete and shadow, the faint echo of the engine dying as he parked the Lamborghini neatly beside his Audi. Two cars side by side. His territory, quiet again after the long evening.

He sat for a moment with the new phone on the passenger seat.

Camilla would have it soon. Mia would have him after that. The order mattered. Gifts first. Comfort second. Want third, and only when it would not cost him more than it gave.

He stepped out into the familiar hush of the garage, locked the car, and took the phone and the other stuffs he got with him.

The elevator waited at the lobby with its doors already open, a softly lit capsule of brushed steel and warm glass in the high-rise’s night hush. Stan stepped in. The doors drew together behind him with a muted sigh, and the elevator began its smooth climb. Soon he got to his destination...

To his surprise Camilla was already there waiting for him...

’She came out of the balcony to welcome me, what a surprise...’

She stood a little to the side, as if the elevator were a space she had chosen. Long white hair fell over one shoulder and caught the low lights.

Her features were cool and precise until her mouth and the line of her throat softened them. Red eyes lifted to him. In the gold light they looked nice and warm contrary to the vibe it had when they first met...

Casual clothes did not hide her. The fabric followed the shape of her body without fuss. She looked out of place in an ordinary elevator. The lift hummed. Through the glass, the city lay far below in nice bright colours of the night light from homes, street light and neon light...

There was a scent to her, cool, clean, faintly sweet. Stan felt it at the back of his throat and did not step closer than he needed to.

He took the new phone from his pocket and held it out.

"What’s up with your sudden interest in phones...?"