Aaron's penthouse dripped with money and bad decisions.
City lights poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the room that low golden haze rich men loved to show off.
Soft jazz hummed from hidden speakers. Expensive cologne hung in the air.
And there he was…
Aaron.
Alpha.
Entitled.
Half-drunk on his own ego and pheromone high.
Draped in a black silk robe that barely clung to his shoulders, loose enough to show skin, smug enough to show he didn't think she'd fight back.
Krishna stood at the threshold like a picture out of some tragic Beta romance novel.
Soft curls down her back.
Bare legs just visible under the hem of her pale pink robe.
Eyes wide. Hesitant. Lower lip bitten like she was already regretting every life choice that brought her here.
Except… she wasn't.
Not even close.
Aaron approached first, slow and predatory.
"Didn't think you had it in you to show," he drawled, letting his fingers toy with the tie at her waist.
Krishna flinched—on purpose. Just a little. Let her breath hitch. Let her knees wobble.
"You said you'd drop the charges…" she whispered. "If I… came."
Her voice cracked at the right places.
Her lashes fluttered like she was fighting tears.
Aaron grinned like he'd already won the war.
"Yeah… and you will… in more ways than one," he smirked, dragging her toward the couch.
Her back hit the cushions.
His hands roamed greedily, his mouth pressing hot and open against her throat.
His scent flooded the air.
His body already burning under the thin layer of fabric.
Krishna let him.
Let him push.
Let him hover.
Let him grind and pant like a starving dog who thought he'd cornered something helpless.
She shifted just enough, letting her robe loosen further, giving him glimpses of her bare breasts, just enough to drive him crazy.
Aaron's self-control? Nonexistent at this point.
He was already rutting against her thigh, dragging her robe open with shaking fingers, breath going ragged, whispering filth against her ear like she was something he already owned.
"More… You want this too… I can smell it…"
That's when Krishna smiled.
That slow… wicked… all-teeth grin.
And like flipping a switch—
She shoved him back.
Hard.
His body slammed into the coffee table. Glass rattled. His drink spilled across the marble like cheap champagne at a bad party.
Krishna was on him in seconds.
Straddling his hips, except this time, her hand pressed flat against his throat.
Her knee pinned his waist.
Her other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back just enough to meet her gaze.
Gone was the trembling little Beta.
Gone was the fear.
All that remained?
Krishna Debonair.
Chaos incarnate.
Her lips brushed his ear, voice low and syrup-thick:
"You're right about one thing," she whispered. "You can smell me… but what you're smelling now… is victory."
Her nails scraped down his chest hard enough to leave marks.
Aaron's body? Still betraying him.
Still burning.
Still, pathetically - aching for more even while she had him pinned like prey.
She shoved him on the bed, climbed on top of him again, pressing over his exposed bulge.
Every grind, Aaron would groan, animalistic.
Every time she leaned her breasts against his chest, his pheromones leaks, filling the entire room. His rut, uncontrollable, he was drooling, tongue out, like he never felt pleasure before.
Krishna, saw how he's already at his limit, stopped. Aaron's eyes widened.
"No- no, don't stop!"
But Krishna just sat on the chair next to the bed, legs crossed, smirking. Her robe exposing her thighs, and a glimpse of her glassy skin in between them.
"If you want it that bad...." she tossed his phone beside him. "....you know what to do."
Aaron hurriedly called his lawyers telling them to withdraw all charges made towards Krishna Debonair. he hung up the call and crawled towards her.
With wicked smile, she extended her leg, and like a dog in heat, Aaron traces it with kisses, upward, till he reached her thigh. But he was stopped, Krishna, pressed her palm against his face.
"Not too fast Aaron, you're not worth it." she pushed him down on the floor. His pheromones thickening, almost suffocating. "...Guess I need to finish this."
"Please.... Please... Miss Debonair, let me----"
"Sit properly and spread your legs wide open."
Aaron followed like an obedient dog, tongue out, drools dripping, anticipating whatever she's going to do.
Without a moment to think, as soon as he spread his legs, her foot stepped on his crotch. Not painful, but ecstatic. He moaned so hard, while grinding up and down on her feet.
Krishna's footjob made him lost his mind entirely. Then she finally let him explode.
He let out a hoarse, frustrated, almost animalistic noise, caught between lust and humiliation.
Krishna stood, adjusted her robe like this was a spa day she was done with, grabbed her purse off the side table…
And with one last smirk tossed over her shoulder:
"Thanks for the entertainment, darling. Maybe next time… bring some stamina to match that mouth of yours."
Click.
The elevator doors closed behind her.
Leaving Aaron?
On the floor.
A sweaty, needy, growling wreck.
Robed… but completely undone.
Exactly as she planned.