THE UNTAMED PLAYBOY

"How about I walk you home tonight?" a man's voice cut through the cafe's soft hum, his eyes fixed on the beautiful waitress behind the counter. She smiled, a flicker of warmth in her eyes, and nodded.

He played the gentleman, helping her close up the cafe, their hands brushing in the dim light. They strolled along the pedestrian walkway, crossing a few blocks towards her apartment, their conversation light and easy. Laughter punctuated their steps, and she playfully nudged his shoulder, a silent testament to their growing intimacy.

The apartment door, on the third floor, burst open with a forceful push. Two bodies, entwined in a passionate embrace, stumbled inside. They kissed, a hungry, desperate exploration, her head tilted back, surrendering to his height. His lips moved against hers, tasting, teasing, as he urged her against the wall, never breaking the connection. With a deft flick of his foot, he slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the small space. Her soft moans filled the air as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.

They moved as one, their bodies pressed together, into the living room. The soft glow of a table lamp cast long shadows, painting them in hues of gold. They swayed, reluctant to break the spell, and collapsed onto the plush sofa.

"Oh, Katon... please?" she breathed, her voice thick with desire as he lifted his lips from hers, charting a course along her jawline.

"What do you want, Alice?" he growled, his lips still moving, tracing the delicate curve of her neck.

"Do it now."

The command needed no repetition. They sat facing each other, their hands moving with practiced ease, discarding clothes like fallen leaves. He surged forward, claiming her lips once more, and she welcomed him with open arms. The streetlight filtering through the window painted his muscular back in stark relief as he parted her thighs, claiming his prize.

"Aah! Katon..." Her cries mingled with his grunts, their rhythm growing wilder, a symphony of raw passion.

In the dim light, they were lost in a world of touch and sensation. She arched beneath him, her body a canvas of desire, teasing him with her own seductive movements. He groaned, flipping her onto her stomach, pinning her down. A gasp escaped her lips as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue a fiery brand. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him back up, urging him to claim her once more.

The sofa became their battleground, a silent witness to their fierce and uninhibited passion. Every touch, every breath, fueled the fire, pushing them closer to the edge.

"Aaah... Katon, I'm close, aaahh... I'm coming now." Her body convulsed, a wave of pleasure washing over her, as he thrust into her one last time, his own release a guttural cry.

"Aargh... my chocolate baby girl, you're so sweet, Kitty," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his voice thick with satisfaction.

They lay entwined, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. He held her close, his head resting comfortably against her breasts, while she stroked his dark hair, her fingers tracing the lines of his back.

"Are you staying?" she asked, her voice soft and tender. He sighed, inhaling her scent, and kissed the spot he had just claimed.

"I wish I could, sweetheart. But I have some unfinished business at home. I need to take care of it tonight," he lied. He had no intention of staying in her Brooklyn apartment when his own luxurious penthouse awaited him in Manhattan. She sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice, but she knew better than to argue. She was grateful enough that he had even bothered to bring her home, let alone share such an intense moment with her.

"At least have something to eat here," she pleaded, running her fingers along his jawline, savoring the sight of him.

"I've had my fill of the delicious treats you served at the cafe, dear. I really need to go. I'll see you tomorrow." He rose, pulling her up with him, their laughter echoing in the small space. She relented, stepping aside as he gathered his scattered clothes.

He left her apartment with a lingering kiss, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between them. He didn't bother to look back, though he knew she was watching him from her third-floor window.

As he walked down the deserted street, he replayed the night's events in his mind, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. He had set his sights on Alice days ago, and it hadn't taken long for her to fall under his spell. Even though he knew she had a boyfriend.

He strolled through the quiet streets, the night air heavy with the scent of smoke and the distant wail of sirens. The darkness of Brooklyn seemed to amplify the silence, broken only by the echo of his own footsteps. Suddenly, he felt a prickling sensation, a sense of being watched. He turned, finding himself surrounded by six menacing figures, their faces etched with anger.