​"I have a lot of dangerous parts, Lana. You're just about to find out which one is your favorite."

​I reached out and caught the lapel of her emerald wrap, pulling her firmly toward me. I didn't wait for her to lead the way anymore. I was the one setting the pace now. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Is the bedroom this way, or do you want to give Michael a front-row seat right here on the sofa?"

She pulled away, not easily swayed by my charm. The "Queen" wasn't ready to surrender her crown just yet; she still had moves to play.

​"I brought drinks, let's drink first," she said, her voice regaining its professional edge as she poured the vintage champagne with steady hands.

​"No hurry, huh?" I said, leaning back and watching her every move.

​"Yes, no hurry," she replied, handing me a glass. The bubbles hissed softly in the quiet room. "The reason I called you here isn't just for sleeping with you, Druski. I like you, and I've been impressed by your performances—especially today with Yolanda. But I feel like you aren't there yet in terms of success."

​As we drank, the atmosphere shifted from predatory to strategic. She spoke with the clarity of someone who had built an empire from nothing. She told me that although I was technically the CEO of my own company, I was still far from competing with the titans of the game. I was a big fish in a small pond, and she knew it.

​"What is your dream, Druski?" she asked, her smoky eyes searching mine. "And be honest. A man with your... attributes... doesn't just want a paycheck."

​I didn't blink. "I want to be the undisputed King of Porn. I want every studio, every model, and every viewer to know that there is no one else at the top."

​A slow, genuine smile spread across Lana's face—one that reached her eyes. "I hoped you'd say that. My wish is to see that happen, and I'm going to help you do it. I've seen enough 'stars' fade out in a year. You're different. I'm going to help you grow your brand by connecting you with the biggest models in the industry—women who wouldn't even look at a newcomer. And I'll link you with the powerhouse studios so you can feature in their flagship productions."

​She leaned in, the scent of vanilla and champagne hanging between us. "But in exchange, Druski, I want to be the one who guided the King to his throne. I want a stake in your legend."

I leaned back, swirling the last of the champagne in my glass as I studied her. Her offer sounded perfect—too perfect. In this industry, nobody handed over the keys to the kingdom for free.

​"What's the catch, Lana?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave, honey-thick with suspicion. "A woman like you doesn't just build a throne for someone else out of the goodness of her heart. What do you want from me? A cut of my company? Creative control?"

​Lana laughed, a rich, genuine sound that vibrated in the air between us. She set her glass down and walked toward me, her emerald wrap fluttering around her legs. She stopped right between my knees, looking down at me with a gaze that was equal parts predatory and admiring.

​"I have all the money I'll ever need, Druski. I have the power, the studio, and the legacy," she whispered, reaching out to trail a manicured nail along the line of my jaw. "I don't want your company. And I certainly don't want to control you—that would ruin the fun."

​She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "The catch is simple: I want you. I want to be the woman who felt the King at his most primal. I want to know that while the world watches you on a screen, I'm the one who has you behind closed doors. Aside from being in bed with me... I want nothing else."

​She straightened up, her fingers sliding into the hair at the back of my neck, tugging just enough to make me look up at her. "I've had 432 people, Druski. I'm bored. I'm looking for a reason to feel like a Queen again, not just a legend. So, are you going to give me what I want, or are we going to keep talking about business?"

I reached out and hooked my fingers into the silk of her wrap, pulling her down into my lap in one fluid motion. She let out a small, surprised gasp as she landed against me, her body weight pressing firmly into my thighs. My hands immediately found the lush curve of her hips, my fingers digging into the expensive fabric.

​"If that's the only catch, Lana..." I murmured, my voice vibrating against her chest as I leaned in close, "...then you're getting the better end of the deal. Because once I start, I don't stop until you've forgotten how to say 'no'."

​She draped her arms around my neck, her "queen-sized" breasts crushed against my chest, the heat from her body radiating through the thin silk. A soft, knowing smirk played on her lips, but her breathing had hitched—she was no longer the composed director holding a meeting.

​"Big talk for a 'Rising star'," she whispered, her eyes dark with a mix of hunger and challenge. "Let's see if those hands know as much as your tongue does. Start the first lesson, Druski. I'm a very... demanding student."

​I didn't give her a chance to say another word. I captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, my hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her so tight there wasn't a breath of air between us. I had all night to dismantle the legend of the Queen. The whole night to make her forget the 432 bodies.

​I felt her hands tangle in my hair, her nails grazing my scalp as she responded with a desperation that told me she hadn't been touched like this in a very long time.

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