Chapter Thirty-Five
Max
What.
The.
Ever loving fuck.
Have I just witnessed?
Now, I knew something was going on. But this? This was the last thing I ever expected. It all makes so much sense. Her being scared to tell me. Keeping everything a secret. All the extra training she did in the studio. All of it.
And I am absolutely fucking raging.
Yet, how can I be? When she looks that fucking phenomenal up there.
Even a blind man could sense how much she loved it.
How much everyone in the whole establishment loved it.
Literally minutes before she went on, it was your standard rowdy strip club, but the minute my girl came on the stage, you couldn’t hear a sound.
I was so in awe of her, I’m pretty sure I had drool dripping down my chin.
I may be pissed, but I’m also majorly turned on.
Storming through the bar, I make a beeline for the door that says staff only across the top. I’m one step away when a hand grabs me on the shoulder, stopping me from going any further. My body tenses as I turn slowly, looking back at the fucker who dares to get in my way.
“The toilets are the other way.” He says cockily, as I lay eyes on him.
The crick in my neck starts to play up as anger takes over. It’s him, fucking big bollocks from Lucy's Instagram. The cheeky bastard has the audacity to touch me.
“Do yourself a favour and remove your hand,” I say flatly, as his hand drops to his side.
“In my club, I will do whatever the fuck I want. I suggest you get the hell away from that door before I do it for you.” He growls back.
I laugh in his face and shake my head, to which his brows drop in confusion. Yeah, buddy, I know I’m a little unhinged.
“That was funny,” I say, pointing at him as I laugh some more.
“You clearly don’t know who I am, but I will enlighten you.
I have more money than you could ever dream of, Riley.
This includes a team of people who could sink every business you own.
Now, if you wouldn’t mind, move out of my fucking way whilst I go and check on my girl. ” I snarl.
A flicker of hesitation crosses his face before his impassive mask is back.
“I don’t know who you are, or how the hell you know who I am. But there isn’t any way you’re going back there.” He crosses his arms and steps to block my path.
Wrong move, Goliath.
I swing before he has a chance to blink, hitting him straight in the jaw.
Exactly where I planned, then swing again before he even comes to terms with what just happened.
Staggering back, he clutches the side of his face that is already starting to swell and throws a dig back at me.
I laugh again, and I know I look like a fucking lunatic, but I can’t help myself. I just love to piss people off.
I wipe the blood from my busted lip with the back of my hand as I stalk towards him. In his defence, he doesn’t back down, but he does nod to what I’m assuming is security staff somewhere.
“Max?” Lucy calls from the now open door. “What are you…”
I turn to look at my gorgeous little fairy. She now has a little slip dress on top of the underwear she was wearing on stage. As well as… are they monkey slippers? Either way, she still looks absolutely delicious.
She smiles at seeing me, but that smile only lasts half a second before horror takes over.
“What the hell, baby? What happened? Are you okay?” She rushes to me, checking my face for more wounds.
Fuck, the hard-on is coming back at hearing her say that. She’s never called me a nickname before, and I like it.
“Is he okay? Are you joking! This psychopath just attacked me for not letting him through to the back.” Riley barks from beside me.
Lucy's head whips to the side, taking in his injured face. She moved that fast; I think she might have given herself whiplash.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks me, her mouth wide open as her head bounces between the two of us.
“What isn’t going on? For one, I’ve just found out the love of my life has the side hustle of all side hustles.
Then the next thing you know, your big friend here wouldn’t let me come and see you.
So, one thing led to another, I punched him in the face, to which he retaliated, and now we’re here.
” I tell her, shrugging my shoulders as if this is a normal day in the office.
Riley boy looks absolutely mortified, but Lucy is fighting really damn hard not to laugh at the whole situation.
“This is Max?” Riley asks, as if that were a ridiculous thought.
“The one and only.” I beam at him, egging him on even more.
I can tell it’s working from the way he is clenching his fists so tightly. If he snarls at me for much longer, he is going to burst a blood vessel.
“I’m so sorry, Riley. Max didn’t know I was working here, and I kind of told him to come tonight, with him having no idea what was going on.” She says sheepishly, looking down at her entwined fingers. “I’m so sorry. I understand if you want me to leave.”
“He can bloody leave, but you’re staying.
You brought in more customers tonight than I’ve ever had in a full week!
Also, I can’t blame him for going ape shit if this is how you decided to tell him you were working here.
” He rolls his eyes before turning back to me.
“You’ve got one free pass. Cause trouble again, and you’re barred from coming back. ”
“Fair enough.” I shrug again. I can’t exactly say shit to that. I did hit him after all. “Now, can I go through the door? Or you gonna threaten me again?”
He just grunts as he walks away, rubbing his jaw as he goes. His entourage of doormen trailing behind him.
“Did you really have to do that?” Lucy groans as I follow her backstage.
“Yep. He was keeping me from you.”
“That’s not a good enough excuse to hit someone, Max.”
Grabbing her hand, I spin her so her back hits the closest wall. I grip her chin and tilt her head back so she’s looking at me. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, but her eyes glow with hunger.
“Sugarplum. I would do much, much worse to someone if they ever dared to stop me from getting to you. He got off lightly.” I say in a low voice so no one else can hear.
I risk a glance to each side, happy to realise the hallway is deserted. Using my knee, I spread her legs slightly, pushing my thigh to rub between her legs. A low moan leaves her lips as I lean in, stopping a breath away.
“You have been a very bad girl, Lucy. Watching you on that stage made me furious for how long you’ve kept this from me. But seeing how sexy you looked up there, how every man in the room was salivating after you, only turned me on even more. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head, her eyes transfixed on me.
“Because you are mine. And although they can look, they most definitely can’t touch.” I growl, before taking her lips with mine.
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck as her arms sneak around mine. This kiss isn’t love. It’s hard and punishing, and exactly what I need right now.
A door bangs from somewhere near us, which has Lucy pulling away. She takes my hand in hers and pulls me further down the hallway into an empty dressing room. The moment the door shuts, I flick the lock into place.
She backs away from me, an eager look in her eyes that beckons me to follow like a lion stalking its prey.
She only stops once her thighs hit the dressing table along the back wall.
I don’t waste another second before dropping to my knees in front of her, my eyes never leaving hers.
I shove her dress up to her hips and pull her closer to me.
Her legs open automatically, and a gasp of shock leaves her.
I run my thumb over her centre, exactly where I know she needs me the most.
“Please.” She wines, her breath hitching as I do it again.
“Oh baby, I fucking love it when you beg.”
I gently remove her fancy glittery panties, teasing her some more, but her hips buck into me. My girl knows exactly what she wants.
I don’t need to touch her to know how wet she is for me. It’s clear to see as she stands there with her legs spread, her beautiful pussy bared to me, dying for me to dive in and have a taste. So that is exactly what I do.
With quick swipes of my tongue, I flick her clit, enjoying how she jolts at the sensation.
Fuck, I could cum in my pants from her taste alone.
My girl always tastes like heaven. Using both of my hands, I spread her apart, whilst still fucking her with my tongue.
Using her hips, she fucks my face in return, and I love every second of it.
She couldn’t care less about anything other than chasing her orgasm.
Within seconds, her walls start to tighten, and she screams my name so loud that there is no way anyone in this building couldn’t hear her. And I fucking love it. I feel like I’ve marked her, and now every fucker in this place will know that she is mine.
Before she has a chance to come down from her orgasm, I spin her around and free my cock from my trousers.
I’ve been hard as a rock since the moment I saw her on stage, and it’s only gotten worse the longer I’ve had to wait to be inside of her.
In one motion, I bury myself in her tight heat to the hilt.
My eyes were almost rolling into the back of my head.
Fuck, there is no better place to be than right here.
My impatient girl starts to move, rolling her hips in a circle, making her breathing more erratic again.
Holy shit, will it ever not feel like this?
It feels like the best fuck of my life every single time I’m with her.
My fingers dig into her hips as I pull out, before slamming back into her.
One of her hands covers her mouth to quieten her screams, as the other grips the table in front of her, as I go again, and again.
“More, Max. I need more.” She pleads.
“Jesus, Lou. You were fucking made for me.” I growl as I continue my pace. Fucking her deep, though it's not enough. Never enough. This woman consumes me so wholly that I know I will never not want to be inside of her.
Her walls start to clamp down, strangling my dick as her desire takes over her. Not being able to hold on any longer, I follow along with my own release. My cum fills her with each deep thrust.
I don’t move, trying to catch my breath after the most feral sex I’ve ever experienced with Lucy.
I never meant to be so rough, but the way she begged for more, there was no way in hell I could ever deny her.
Even the way her back is arched over the table is sensual. This woman, my Lucy, is my undoing.