In the bedroom

The guest room is heavy with the scent of Alexis’s perfume and the sharp, electric charge of your presence. You drift toward the window, cooling the glass just enough to create a crystal-clear portal to the backyard. Outside, the three girls—Chloe, Jessica, and Kenzie—are still at the pool, their bodies glistening, their youthful frustration palpable even from this height.

You weave your influence through Alexis, heightening her sense of theater. She wants to break Mike, to turn his voyeuristic hunger into a permanent tether to this house.

Alexis doesn't lead Mike to the bed. Instead, she grabs him by his sweat-dampened shirt and shoves him against the window frame. The glass is cool against his back, but the view over his shoulder is scorching.

From this vantage point, Mike is **** to look down. He sees Chloe and Jessica still in the hot tub, their wet skin glistening, their hands moving in the water with a restless, needy energy. He sees Kenzie lying on her towel by the pool, her bikini barely containing her as she stretches in the sun.

Alexis drops to her knees. She looks up at Mike with a wicked, feline grin, her eyes reflecting the sunlight.

She takes him into her mouth with a slow, agonizingly deep stroke. Mike’s head thumps back against the glass. He groans, his fingers digging into the windowsill as he watches Chloe lean over to whisper something into Jessica’s ear.

Alexis pulls back, her lips slick, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looks up at him. "Look at them, Mike," she whispers, her voice a raspy, seductive lure. "Three young, beautiful, energetic ladies... all of them horny, all of them curious. Can you imagine it? All three of them in this room, sharing you? Taking turns... or all at once?"

Mike lets out a low, guttural groan, his fingers digging into the windowsill. The image is too powerful; it bypasses his reason and strikes directly at his core.

"And the way their mother was looking at you the other day..." Alexis continues, her tongue tracing her upper lip. "Cherie is a volcano waiting to erupt, Mike. She wants a 'professional' to show her what she's been missing in that cold marriage. You could have the whole house, couldn't you?"

That is the final straw. The mention of Cherie—the forbidden fruit of the neighborhood—combined with the visual of the girls outside and Alexis’s mouth on him, breaks Mike’s neighborly restraint.

He spins around, his eyes wild and dark with a predatory hunger you’ve been cultivating. He seizes Alexis by the waist, lifting her off the floor with a raw display of strength.

"Enough talking," Mike growls.

He throws her onto the guest bed. The mattress groans under the impact. Alexis lets out a sharp, delighted yelp of laughter that quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure as Mike lunges over her. He doesn't go for romance; he goes for conquest. He pins her wrists above her head, his heavy weight crushing her into the sheets, and enters her with a fierce, driving **** that sends a shockwave of Essence through the room.

Alexis arches her back, her legs wrapping around his waist, her nails scoring his back as she meets his aggression with her own. She is finally getting exactly what she wanted: a man driven to a supernatural frenzy by the mere idea of her family’s corruption.