Runner's Prize
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
When the doorbell chimed, it took everything to not look over my shoulder as Daniella’s dashing heels clacked on the hotel suite’s marble foyer. One arm stretched along the side of the bubbling hot tub, my other hand gripped a half-empty wineglass. Two full glasses beside the open bottle awaited them on the distant rim.
Even at a squeal and muffled voices, I stayed put, letting the heated jets pummel my frame. The tub wasn’t that small; my legs could stretch out. Amid the chilly night air, the sounds of the Frankfurt nightlife far below rose to mingle with the rhythmic burbling.
However, after a lengthy sip, a tinge of worry slipped over me. The voices had fallen silent, but just as I readied to peek, a shadow appeared. Shimmering brown eyes. Hair still up, glittering sable in the dimness. The silhouette of an olive-skinned goddess in nothing but a broad smile and three miniscule black triangles. Two strained, covering the widest parts of darkened areolas, while the last was little more than a thin stripe over a prominent mound. At her seam’s wet outline, I grinned.
When my gaze returned to her face, those sharp cheeks were reddened, and she was sucking hard on her lips while scanning me. Yeah, she needed some serious attention. Right as I was about to speak, she tugged on the arm of a second shadow.
At Annika’s trembling appearance, air hissed from my lungs. Dress slutty? Yep, her outfit, such as it was, nailed it. A tiny, black pleated skirt dangled from a firm round derrière as Juergen’s young wife stumbled to a halt beside Daniella in very high shiny black heels. Swinging as barely a strip of sparkling gold, a crop top covered only the tops of perky cones. Dad would’ve paid a pretty penny for her attention.
“H-Here she is, mi amor,” my sexy wrecking ball said in a shaky voice.
“I see that.”
That’s all my brain mustered to say just then. Why? Because while the tub battered my body, a host of questions slapped around inside my skull. The same ones from earlier.
What was Annika’s real game? Plus, I couldn’t shake Juergen’s reticence to sign a deal. On the way to Greece, he was conveniently absent. Was she working me for him, or ... well, one of us was a fool. With a sigh, I scanned the slender woman. Then again, memories of Eliza slipped back into my mind. Perhaps something simpler? Time to find out.
“Why do you want me so badly, Annika?” Hand lifting a glass to my mouth, I locked my gaze on those widening blue eyes. When she remained silent, only glancing at Daniella, I shifted to my sexy wrecking ball’s brown pools. “What did you tell her?”
A tiny gasp left Daniella. Yeah, she’d caught the edge in my voice. As her glossy lips rolled, her hand drifted from Annika’s shaking wrist to hang at her side.
“Ai, mi tigre. That you’re the kindest, yet most powerful man I’ve ever met.” After a soft gulp, she looked at the blonde. “I lost my heart to you on a rainy bench in the middle of a dark city. And, mi amor, I would give you anything.”
A slow exhale left me, swirling the suds. Again, with the “anything.” One day, what exactly she meant by that required delving, but not right then. The focus remained on Juergen’s newest bride.
“And you?” When I returned to the slender blonde, she shuddered. “You’ve got Herr Haas. He’s plenty powerful. Must have all the money you could ever—”
“I didn’t marry him for his money,” flew from her in a forceful whisper, her English sporting a clipped upper-class accent. Despite a series of tremors, she fell silent.
“Alright, so why did you marry him?”
“To escape”—she peeked at Daniella, who nodded—”my family. My past. When I saw you, it all came back ... but, uh, in a good sense.”
Family? Past? One look at her screamed such a young, pretty woman had been one of the multitude entertaining him while he’d been with his first wife. Good sense? What the fuck did that mean?
“Okay, I’ll bite,” I growled, my BS meter filling fast. “What happened?”
“Um, I’ve always been attracted”—she slid her hand into Daniella’s—”to people like you and Daniella. My parents ... They used—there’s no other way to say it—me and my sister to gain access. One day, I found Juergen. He seemed kind. So, I asked if he’d marry me. He said yes ... with certain conditions, and here I am.”
“Here you are?” My brows knitted as the tub struggled to warm the cooling of my core. Nah, something didn’t add up. “With us?”
“Um-hmm.” She shrugged, which lifted the tiny top high enough to flash the lower half of rose-colored circles.
“Bullshit!” Yeah, that meter was full. At my raised tone, both women staggered backwards a step. “None of this makes sense. Sob story or not, nobody just wanders from their husband.”
Chest tight, I looked at Daniella. The irony of my words was not lost on me. The sudden flash in her eyes said she also had taken note.
“At least not after a single conversation,” I continued. “We hardly know you. Plus, what do you really know about us, other than what a strange”—I gave Daniella a quick smile—”though gorgeous woman told you?”
“You’re correct, Herr Raines.” Damned if the little blonde didn’t thrust out her perky tits while balling her fist and squeezing Daniella’s hand. “I shouldn’t risk gambling everything. Yet, some risks may ... perhaps be worth taking.” A tiny grin appeared, and she scoffed. “Besides, well, if I’m wrong, what harm? My husband has his own diversions.”
“Hmm.” A growl built in my chest. “But by the look in your eyes you’re not seeing us as diversions, are you?”
“N-No, Herr Raines.” As she shook her head, her entire body vibrated. If the woman was lying, she believed it with all her heart. “I want more out of life. Yes, perhaps, marrying him, I’ve made one more of many mistakes.”
After she fell silent, my brain clattered, struggling to fit pieces into the puzzle. Pulse slow and steady, I scanned Daniella. How anything we did with the blonde might lead to her being a key, unlocking Juergen’s agreement to the deal, lay beyond my grasp. The wrecking ball’s brown eyes softened as I took a sip, letting the heated jets seep into achy muscles. Hadn’t noticed them tightening. Yeah, okay, she understood whatever I couldn’t fathom. My turn to have some faith in her.
“Hmm, alright.” I nodded. “So now what, Annika? What do you want?”
At glittering trails suddenly racing down the blonde’s cheeks, I jolted and glanced at Daniella. Her brows knitted as her face filled with concern. Nope, guess she hadn’t understood everything.
“Just to be with somebody, Herr Raines!” Annika’s sharp voice brought me back to her. She was full-on shaking. “Somebody kind. Real. And also—”
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