Desire Investment System

Noelle walked down the quiet hotel corridor. Amelia had asked her to check on Valentina, who had slipped away earlier with a hand to her head, muttering about a headache, heading to Amelia's room 904.

But before knocking, Noelle stopped.

Her hand hovered above the door. She hesitated. 'Maybe… maybe I should see Mr. Jace. Just once. Then this guilt will ease, even a little.'

Her steps turned.

But at Jace's room 908, the door wasn't fully shut. A thin line of light cut through the dark hall. Curiosity tugged at her steps. She edged closer.

Then looked through the gap of the door.

She froze, her breath hitched.

Inside, Valentina knelt on the floor between Jace's spread legs. He sat deep in the sofa, body steady, his hand clamped hard on the back of her head as he shoved her mouth up and down his cock. His expression was amused, eyes fixed on her with clear enjoyment as she gagged around him.

Noelle slapped a hand over her mouth. Her back hit the wall beside the door as she turned. Her eyes widened, disbelief flooding her.

'I-Is he… having an affair with Senior?'

The thought stabbed sharp in her gut. She wanted to walk away. She should. Yet the image stayed burned into her, wanting her to continue watching.

A sound slipped through the door.

Valentina's muffled moan.

"Ahh—"

Noelle's knees almost gave out. Against reason, she leaned closer again.

The sofa was empty now. She couldn't see them anymore, but the sounds were worse than sight.

The slap of skin. The deep growl of a man.

"Fuck. Your ass is fucking tight."

Noelle's chest seized.

Inside, Jace's hands spread Valentina's ass as his cock drove hard into her asshole. Valentina's cries hit the sheets, pain raw in her voice, but soon twisting, breaking, into pleasure that came out as loud, breathless moans.

Jace's palm smacked her ass suddenly, a loud crack. Flesh meeting flesh.

Valentina flinched, gasping. "Ah! W—" But her words cut off in a choked moan as his thrust sank deeper.

Another slap, harder. Her back bowed, her body clamping around him. Each strike pushed her voice higher, torn between pain and overwhelming pleasure.

Noelle's thighs pressed tight together. Her lips quivered against her hand. She slid her other hand down, pressing against her pussy through her dress. The heat shocked her, soaking fabric against her palm. She rubbed clumsily, breathing fast and uneven.

Her other hand rose, trembling toward her breast—

Footsteps.

Two women's voices drifted closer, laughing lightly, shoes clicking on the carpet.

Noelle froze. Her body jolted like cold water had been thrown over her. She ripped her hand away, stumbled across the hall, and slipped inside Amelia's room.

The door shut.

Her back hit the closed door. She slid down to the carpet, one arm draping over her eyes.

Her chest heaved. The haze lifted bit by bit, replaced by the crushing reality.

'What was I doing? How could I—'

Shame strangled her. She had almost touched herself to the sound of them.

Her hand pressed against her chest, shaking. Her heart throbbed painfully. She had just realized that she had fallen completely for another woman's man. And that man was having an affair which she wanted to be a part of.

Her eyes stung.

But inside the other room, Jace's thrusts grew savage. He slapped Valentina's ass again and again, until red palm marks formed across her ass cheeks.

"FUCK!" His voice ground rough through clenched teeth. His cock pounded into her ass, each snap of his hips harder than the last.

Valentina's body shook. Her moans blurred, begging and broken, her arms weak against the sheets.

Heat surged through him. His pace snapped violent, cock driving deep until his body shuddered. Cum spilled hot into her ass, thick streams filling her, stretching her tighter as she cried out in shock.

Her body twitched. A long, thin moan left her throat as the heat spread inside.

Jace's grip loosened. Slowly, he pulled free. Cum streaked down her thighs, dripping onto the sheets.

He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, his breath steadying, his cock still hard in front of her flushed, breathless face.

He tilted his cock toward her temple. "Suck it."

Valentina's lips trembled. Her body was weak, drained from the intense pleasure, but the fear of displeasing him burned stronger. Fear of being discarded, fear of losing the strange bliss his roughness gave her.

She crawled weakly to him. Knees shaking. Hands pressed to the mattress. Her head lowered onto his thigh.

Her lips parted. She took him into her mouth, sucking slow, her tongue dragging, cleaning the cum that smeared him. Each motion small, careful, desperate to please.

Jace smirked, watching her tongue drag along his shaft, her lips closing around him with quiet devotion.

Minutes passed. His chest slowed, his breath steady again. Then his voice broke the silence.

"About Maribel. Did you apologize to her?"

Valentina blinked, confused.

He exhaled through his nose, irritation sharp. "You reported to the police that we had an inappropriate night. And you didn't even apologize to her?"

Her lips slipped off his cock with a wet pop. "Ah! I… I'm sorry, I forgot."

His tone sharpened. "Go and apologize. Say we were drunk, and before anything happened, Amelia walked in. Make it sound natural. Do you understand?"

Valentina straightened quickly, nodding. "Y-Yes, I'll do that. But… when should I go?"

Jace's eyes narrowed, silent in thought.

Two months later…

The twelfth episode of A Dark Destiny had just been released.

Jace sat on the leather sofa of the top floor at K.F. Entertainment, a cup of black coffee warming his hand. His posture was composed, gaze steady.

Across from him, a young woman placed down her teacup with deliberate care.

Elizabeth Kiefer. Daughter of the CEO. Groomed for succession.

Her eyes locked on him, calm but sharp, suspicion clear beneath her polished poise.

"So, Mr. Jace," she said, her tone even but edged with steel. "What is your plan to crush L.V. Entertainment?"

The words lingered, cutting through the quiet room.

Jace set his cup down, then smirked.