#hutao04 Beneath the Red Light

Isabella Moore stood in Crimson Palace’s dealer area, red n//eon lights blazing across her face, her emerald green eyes shimmering with resolve laced with unease. After her tense interview with Alexander Kane, her poker-dealing skills had stunned the managers, and Alexander, with gl//inting blue eyes, officially welcomed her to the main dealer team for the international poker tournament. But the fiery moment in the VIP room—his scorching kiss, possessive touch—still haunted her, tangling her heart. “Isabella, you’re here to shine, not fall for a dangerous man!” she muttered, adjusting her dealer uniform, trying to quell the smoldering heat lingering in her body.

She checked her phone, seeing a text from a fellow dealer: “Sophia’s spreading rumors you cheated during the interview. Watch out, she wants you out!” Isabella frowned, heart pounding. Sophia Grant, her rival and Alexander’s ex, wasn’t just a veteran dealer but a real threat, with connections in the casino world and a knack for manipulating opinion. She texted Alexander: “Sophia’s sabotaging me. Meet me before tonight’s event, VIP lounge.” He replied instantly: “You’re quick. I’ll be there. Don’t let her distract you.”

Isabella chose a fitted red dress, accentuating her curves, standing before the mirror, muttering, “Isabella, Sophia can’t win. But Alexander… he’s another problem.” Thoughts of his blue eyes and low voice made her heart race, a mix of desire and fear surging within her.

At the casino event in Crimson Palace, the space exploded with laughter, the wh//isper of gambling, and red n//eon. Isabella entered, eyes scanning the crowd of VIPs, halting when she saw Alexander in the lounge, black shirt sleeves rolled up, aura like a dark king. He waved her over, blue eyes locking onto her, sending a shiver through her. “Isabella,” he said, voice low, seductive, pulling her to sit beside him. “Sophia’s spreading rumors to get you out. But I have a plan. Stay with me, and I’ll protect you.”

She tilted her chin, eyes challenging. “I don’t need protection, Alexander. But I want the truth about Sophia. What was she to you?” He fell silent, eyes darkening, then grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner behind a n//eon curtain, where red light enveloped them, creating an intimate space.

Under the dim red n//eon glow of the VIP lounge, Alexander pulled Isabella into a secluded corner, his blue eyes like a storm, burning with a gentle yet commanding desire. “Isabella,” he whispered, voice low as a high-stakes poker game, “you want the truth? You’re making me lose control.” Isabella trembled, her back against the curtain, heart pounding. “Alexander… we… shouldn’t… the VIPs are out there!” she said, voice quivering, but her body leaned toward him, as if hypnotized by his gaze.

He leaned in, lips hovering near hers, his hot breath grazing her skin. “You’re my flame, Isabella,” he murmured, then kissed her, a slow, possessive kiss, as if etching his mark onto her soul. His tongue brushed her lips, teasing gently, drawing a soft moan that blended with the wh//ispers outside. Her hands clutched his shirt, fingers trembling, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “Mmm… Alexander… stop…” she whispered, but her voice faltered, heart racing from his touch.

He pulled back, eyes gleaming, his hand brushing her cheek, thumb tracing her lower lip, sending shivers through her. “Stop? You don’t want that, Isabella,” he said, voice sultry, commanding. His hand slid to her neck, grazing her collarbone, pausing at the curve of her chest, not venturing further but enough to make her body burn, breath quickening. “You… we… Sophia might see…” she stammered, face flushing, but her eyes were drawn to him, as if bewitched by n//eon light.

Alexander leaned closer, kissing her neck, lips gliding over her skin, leaving trails of heat. “Sophia doesn’t matter, Isabella. Only you,” he whispered, voice a spell, making her moan softly, body melting in his arms. He kissed her earlobe, tongue flicking lightly, making her arch, a jolt of electricity coursing through her. “Alexander… don’t…” she gasped, but her hands gripped his shoulders, as if begging him to continue. He chuckled softly, pulling away, eyes twinkling. “You’ll soon be mine, Isabella, completely.” He stepped back, leaving her flushed, heart pounding, body trembling from his touch.

Plot Continuation:

In the VIP lounge, Alexander revealed that Sophia was once his lover, but she betrayed him for a major sponsor deal, leaving him with a wounded heart. “She wants Crimson Palace, and you’re her target, Isabella,” he said, voice low, eyes heavy with pain. Isabella froze, but gripped his hand, eyes resolute. “I’m not afraid of Sophia, Alexander. But I need you to be honest. Are you with me, or her?” He looked at her, eyes tender. “You, Isabella. Only you.”

The casino event began, and Isabella worked the VIP poker table, her skills impressing the guests. But Sophia spread rumors that Isabella stole cards, making some sponsors doubt her. Alexander organized a public audit to let Isabella prove her integrity, but Sophia rigged a hand, skewing a game in front of VIPs. Alexander intervened, uncovering Sophia’s trick, and Isabella executed a flawless hand, stunning the crowd. After the event, Alexander pulled her into a private suite on the Palace’s top floor, where red n//eon enveloped them, and the tension from Sophia pushed them into a fiery moment of passion.

In the opulent suite on Crimson Palace’s top floor, red n//eon pulsed around Alexander Kane and Isabella Moore, the wh//isper of the casino below echoing through the glass walls. Alexander pressed her against a velvet-clad bed, his blue eyes a storm, blazing with fierce desire, as if Sophia’s sabotage had burned away all barriers. “Isabella,” he growled, voice husky, sultry as a fateful poker game, “you’ve driven me mad, and now, I’ll make you mine.” Isabella trembled, her back against the velvet, heart pounding as if it would shatter. “Alexander… we… shouldn’t… Sophia’s down there!” she cried, voice panicked, but her body betrayed her, burning like fire, her vagina drenched, aching for his touch with painful intensity.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, a ferocious kiss, as if to devour her soul. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, draining her breath, drawing loud moans that echoed in the suite. Her hands clutched his black shirt, nails tearing fabric, leaving red scratches on his chiseled chest. “Mmm… Alexander… stop… stop…” she panted, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her red dress, prompting a primal growl, raw and beastly.

He pulled back, eyes ablaze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Stop? Isabella, you’ve set me ablaze, and I can’t let you go,” he whispered, voice sultry, ripping her dress’s zipper, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a red lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He drew a black silk blindfold from the table, slipping it over her eyes, his gaze glinting with power. “You’ll feel me, every inch,” he murmured, making her shiver, body burning hotter than ever.

He swallowed hard, his penis straining painfully against his trousers, brushing her thigh through the fabric, massive and searing. “You shine like n//eon, Isabella,” he murmured, hands kneading her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the lace until they stood erect, pink as radiant gems. Isabella arched, a jolt of electricity surging through her, her panties soaked, fluids glistening under the n//eon light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she gasped, nails clawing the velvet, body taut from the blindfold.

He grinned lasciviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, pink nipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, nibbling lightly, while his other hand squeezed her breast, kneading until Isabella screamed, body melting in ecstasy, tears of pleasure soaking the blindfold. “A… a… Alexander… I’m… gonna die… it’s too good…” She writhed on the bed, tears rolling beneath the silk.

He looked up, lips glistening, a wicked smirk spreading. “Too good? I’ll make you chant my name alone, Isabella, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he growled, tearing her panties, revealing her pink, sopping vagina, pulsing like a blooming flower, begging to be filled. He knelt, kissing her inner thighs, tongue tracing soft skin, leaving wet trails. He latched onto her vagina, sucking fiercely, tongue plunging deep, lapping from inside out, as if savoring a divine delicacy. Isabella arched, screaming, legs quaking violently, fluids gushing, soaking the velvet, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Alexander… I… too good… I’m done…” She thrashed, body taut, hitting her first climax, mind spinning like a n//eon whirl.

He didn’t stop, tongue delving deeper, sucking harder, making Isabella scream again, body convulsing, fluids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she choked, body arching, hitting her second climax, tears soaking the blindfold, body nearly spent. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a massive, rock-hard penis, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of possession. Isabella, blindfolded, sensed his heat, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she stammered, but he removed the blindfold, pulling her to sit, letting her feel his steel-hard length.

“Feel it, Isabella? This is our fire,” he growled, kissing her, tongue entwining fiercely. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her soaked vagina, thrusting fast, thumb rubbing her sensitive spot, drawing relentless moans, fluids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she whispered, eyes glazed with desire, body trembling, pleading to be filled.

He smirked, lifting her onto a glass table by the window, spreading her legs, her wet, pink vagina pulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Isabella, as n//eon belongs to Vegas,” he growled, his tip brushing her entrance, making her moan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she screamed, “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna die…” Her body shook violently, fluids gushing, soaking the glass, the sound of flesh slapping echoing. He moved, thrusting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her moan incessantly, body arching, breasts bouncing, hips quivering with each impact. “A… a… Alexander… faster… I… can’t take it…” she screamed, tears of pleasure streaming, nails clawing the glass.

He growled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the window, lifting one leg, thrusting deeper, hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her arch, hitting her third climax, fluids flooding, drenching them both. “Isabella, are you lost in it?” he rasped, eyes blazing. “So good… I’m dying… I love you…” she choked, voice breaking, body taut. He switched to a riding position, seating her on him, his penis thrusting up, filling her completely. She bounced, breasts jiggling, hips slapping his thighs, flesh sounds echoing, fluids gushing, soaking them. “A… a… Alexander… I… too good…” she screamed, hitting her fourth climax, tears streaming. He growled, thrusting up hard, reaching his peak with her, hot fluids mingling, drenching their skin, the glass, the floor. He held her tight, kissing her lips, panting. “Isabella, I love you, forever.”

But an announcement blared through the casino speakers: “Isabella Moore, you’re accused of cheating in tonight’s game.” Isabella jolted, reason returning, realizing Sophia had framed her. Alexander gripped her hand, eyes like daggers. “She’ll pay, Isabella. We’ll fight.” Isabella nodded, eyes resolute, ready to face Sophia, though her heart still burned for Alexander.