Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 13

==Matteo==

Friday night meant a lot of things for different people. It was a time workers breathed a sigh, eager to head home and laze around. Teenagers saw that as an opportunity to throw parties, have sleepovers and do other silly things they did whenever they had the chance. For me, it was... It meant different things depending on my mood. It could be a cue for me to get to the woods and do what I did best, or it could mean I needed a me time-just me in my chambers. But not today. No, no. I knew right from when I woke up this morning that I wanted to f**k. I had to f**k.

Well, I deserved to. I bore no hard feelings for my hormones. They were aware of how stressed I'd been lately. That girl. Olivia or whatever was a pain. Literally a mule. Frankly, I was going to have her thrown in the Dregs, had she further proven stubborn. To my surprise, however, she mellowed. She had her bath, thankfully. I couldn't describe how shocked I was on hearing that she had done that. I warned the maids to make sure she ate.

Now that that was settled, I could lay off stress. My limo pulled in the club. A meeting place for gentlemen and ladies of class. This place was close to home. It was one of those memories I didn't want to forget.

The bouncers nodded at me. I didn't acknowledge them, instead, I got inside. The smell hit me. A mixture of perfumes, cologne, whiskey, scotch. It was intoxicating. Exactly how I liked it.

I took a seat on one of the couches. With legs crossed, I observed. There were people at the counter, on the couches, everywhere. Either they guzzled down shots upon shots of alcohol or they are getting cozy. Shortly after, a waitress walked up to me. "Good evening, sir. What would you like to drink?"

She was pretty. Yes, the neon light didn't hide her good looks. Blonde with her hair curly at the ends. She was uniformed, but I could say her outfit was more of a bikini than an actual uniform.

"Barolo. A glass."

She nodded and turned. That was when I saw the plush butt cheeks that stuck out of her miniskirt. I felt my member harden, but I jammed my legs tighter. Not now, man.

She returned with the wine and a glass. Setting it before me, she turned to leave. I stopped her.

"Serve it."

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Serve the drink."

She paused for a while, then shrugged it off, getting across the table to do my wish. I looked her over. Her hair looking lustrous and fluffy like cotton candy. Her breast glaring at me through the large slit on her shirt. After pouring me the drink, she gave it to me. I reached for the drink and held her hand. "Join me."

"Sir? I'm not sure it's...right."

"Why not?"

"Club policy."

I chuckled. A laughter that sounded genuine even in my ears. "I know you want to. You're here because you're lonely."

"Sir?" Her voice raised a bit now.

"My fair guess is that you're sexually frustrated. Probably haven't had real hard s*x for a long time."

This set her on the edge. She yanked her hand off him, making the glass slip in the process. Next came the shattering of the glass. But she wasn't fazed. On the contrary, she was ready to prove me wrong. I could sense it. "I'm not sexually frustrated. And yes, I've hard really hard s*x. FYI, my boyfriend and I went kinky this morning."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, not buying a thing she said.

"Yes!"

"Prove it."

For some time, silence sat between us. Then, I saw her leave her position to stand in front of me. She cupped my neck and pressed her lips tightly on mine.

Next thing I knew, she was straddling me, legs spread wide apart and grinding hard on my bulging groin.

She was good. Ah, she was. But I was always in control. When it came to s*x, I was the dominant one. So, I pulled away, meeting her dazed eyes.

"We need all the privacy we can get."

Already deep in arousal, she nodded hastily. He made it out of the room into a private lounge.

Blondie here pulled off her shirt, giving me the perfect view of her breasts which were ample and soft. They looked like those ones displayed on Playboy's magazine.

I nipped at her nipples, making her yelp. She began moaning, willing me to go deeper. Taking off my pants and briefs, I went into her. Her moans increased, so much so that I had to cover her mouth. "Don't a make noise," I grunted.

"O...okay." She was almost breathless.

I continued thrusting into her until I was sure I was about to have a release. I pulled away from her, sourced for my underwear and pants.

As I wore them, I watched her. She was still sprawled on the floor. Not making any attempt to cover up.

"Still with the line of not being sexually frustrated?" I asked and watch her face redden with embarrassment. Done putting on my pants, I walked away.