The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 463

BEOF

I took a few steps toward the table and chair where they had placed me.

The drink sat untouched beside me; I barely took a sip.

Grabbing the heavy cloak draped over the chair’s back, I shook it out before stepping toward the stage again, placing it over her shoulders to cover her.

"Go, Onyx, wait for me in your room and get ready for me," I ordered, my dominant tone leaving no room for argument, my inner beast roaring to come out and play.

I watched her stand, her legs barely steady, and disappear into the darkness at the back of the stage, slipping through heavy green curtains.

"Alright, Soul, let’s go get ourselves bled dry."

"This is the best damn money we'll ever spend in this fucking world." Soul was sharpening his teeth.

I turned and left the hall.

My cock ached, making my walk a little awkward.

Not surprising, considering it was bent like a thick hose jammed into a tight box.

I reached down, adjusted its position, and felt the wetness of precum seeping from the tip.

I endured the discomfort, my heavy balls throbbing for release.

"Very soon," I muttered as one of the girls led me upstairs to the madam’s office.

I stepped inside in a rush—I wasn’t in the mood for much negotiation.

I think everyone already knew I was willing to let myself be extorted just to fuck that woman.

"Welcome, distinguished guest. We’ve never had a Guardian here before." A woman with graying hair and piercing black eyes sat behind a desk.

I wrinkled my nose in discomfort; the thick scent of sandalwood incense was overpowering, making the air feel heavy. But it was her office, not mine—each to their own.

"I was told you’re very interested in our new girl, Onyx. But please, have a seat..."

"No, let’s get this over with quickly," I cut in. If I sat down, the pain in my dick would only get worse. "Yes, I liked her, and I’m willing to pay for her services."

"Did she agree to it?" Her mature features creased slightly.

"This witch is strange... I don’t know. Have we seen her before?" Soul eyed her critically.

"No idea," I replied.

I didn’t give a damn about the madam as long as she didn’t get difficult.

"Yes, she agreed. We even discussed the price. I’ll pay 10,000 gold coins for the arrangement we made."

"What?! 10,000 gold coins?" she exclaimed, and I didn’t blame her. It was a small fortune, more than this brothel would make in years, even with several girls working full-time.

"So that’s why I was so surprised. Although, with the money you’re paying, I imagine even auctioning off her virginity wouldn’t bring in as much."

"Does she have some kind of problem that she needs to do this?" The thought suddenly hit me.

That woman was like a diamond thrown into a pigsty, and I was the first pig in line.

"Wait," I stopped her as she reached for a drawer in her desk. Too much information, too fast. Damn it, my mind was a mess.

Why did she have to be a virgin? Why?!

Instead of feeling honored, I felt guilty, like a disgusting bastard taking advantage of a desperate, innocent girl much younger than me.

I wasn’t the right man for someone’s first time.

She would start her sexual life in the worst possible way—with a rough man who might break her, who might make her cry.

Memories of blood between the legs of experienced women flashed through my mind.

Every time I finished, the first thing I looked at was the sheets, searching for tears, bruises on their skin, marks left by my rough hands and claws.

I couldn’t do that to such a beautiful creature—not for her first time. I wasn’t the right man to take her virginity.