Chapter Eighteen
Wyatt
Her fingers dig into my hand, again, but I don’t remove it. Tears are running down her face and she goes to stand. “W… why?” I pull her back towards me and place her ass right on my fucking cock.
I want to feel her squirm as I tell her why, my cock is so fucking hard I just want to bury it deep in her fucking mouth and watch her choke on it. “Because you are mine.” She moves her hips, in an attempt to get off my cock- that I know she feels under her.
She is silent for a long while. I let her ponder on everything that has happened and let her come to her own conclusions as to why this is happening to her. I’ll tell her eventually, but for now, I want her just like this. I don’t stop caressing her, I move my hands up her thighs and she doesn’t fight. I kiss her shoulders and goosebumps appear instantly. She’s processing and I’ll gladly wait here until she is ready.
She picks up her phone and hits call on my number. I pull my phone out and place it on the table to show her it’s me. She grabs it and hits answer. I hear her breath hitch and then she squeezes her legs together .
“You’re fucking insane. A psychopathic murderer. I want nothing to do with you,” she almost yells at me-almost. I laugh.
“That’s not what you were saying two weeks ago when I was making you come over and over again. Tell me, did you not think about me at all?” She bites her tongue and I feel her clench her thighs tighter.
“You want me to leave you alone, Little Dove?” I ask.
She nods and I let her go. “Ok, go.”
She stands up, tears welling in her eyes. "Don't ever come around me again," she chokes out. I remain silent, leaning back in my chair and spreading my legs, exuding an air of indifference. She watches my every move, and when her eyes meet mine once more, she glares before turning and leaving.
When she got up I took her phone off the table. Blair was in such a hurry to get away from me that she didn’t even notice. She’ll be back. Storming up to Kade, she says something to him, who looks at me and then back at her and nods. She says something else while poking his chest, he steps into her and Elena pushes him back and he laughs, grabbing her wrist. Elena’s breathing picks up, he leans in kisses her cheek, and lets her go. She grabs Elena’s hand and basically runs out of the club.
“Trouble in paradise?” Kade asks and I chuckle.
“She’s pissed but she’ll get over it.” I hold her phone out and he smirks.
“Get everyone out,” Barking the order. I stand and walk to the office.
Everyone has left, and I keep an eye on the cameras, waiting for her Lyft to arrive. She didn’t make it all the way home before deciding to return here. It’s been nearly an hour since she left, after dropping Elena off at home first. I see her get out of the car and stand at the doors. She pounds on the door, talking to herself. Kade will let her in. Showtime.
I hear her screaming at him, “You knew he was a fucking psychopathic lunatic? He stalked me, Kade! Is that even your real name? I'm sure you becoming my boss was not a consequence.” He holds his hands up.
“I’m just told what I’m told. Here, your phone is over there behind the bar.” She screams frustrated.
As soon as she turns her back, he slips into the side door that’s hidden by the VIP section. I hand him what he needs, and he walks toward the door. I pull out my phone and switch the lights off. I hear her scream.
“Kade! You’re not funny!”
I step to the table and push a chair out causing her to whip her head towards me. “If this is some sick fucking joke you’re playing, you win,” she calls out.
She flips her phone's flashlight on and aimlessly searches for the exit. I watch her walk right by me and to the exit. She turns and looks around. She sighs and slowly turns back to push the door open. I locked it on my phone, the only way to unlock it is with a passkey. It’s her birthday, but I doubt she’ll figure that out.
“No, no, no! This cannot be happening again.” Kade bangs on the wall near the bathroom, and she jumps, her phone falling on the floor.
“L…look, please I just want to go home. You win ok?” she chokes out.
Kade pulls out his phone and sees the thumbs-up emoji I gave him. The next moment music starts blaring through the speakers, as Every Breath You Take by The Police blares, and the lights are flashing red. She covers her eyes to try to focus when they land on me. She screams and backs up towards the door, trying to open it again. I slowly make my way to her .
“Stay the hell away from me,” she shouts.
When she realizes she can't escape that way, she spots the next exit sign near the bathroom and takes off running, stumbling over some chairs in her path. She rounds the corner and falls backward on her ass. “What the?” She looks up at the masked man in front of her, and scrambles backward, hitting a table.
She gets to her feet and turns to run, but I stand in her way. “Stay away from me,” she backs up and Kade wraps his arms around her.
“Why would I do that?” I tilt my head.
She’s looking around frantically for a way out of this. The music is loud, and the lights are messing with her vision. She blinks rapidly, “Let me go, now” she screams kicking her feet out.
“Now sweetheart, that’s no way to talk to the man in charge,” Kade teases.
“I don’t see a man, I see two fucking pussies who like to scare women. Let me guess, you are the one who killed that girl two weeks ago, aren’t you? That’s why you brought her to me, to warn me of what's to come?” Kade bursts out laughing and grips her hair causing her to whimper.
“The only pussy I see here is yours, sweetheart. It’s not wise to piss off the bear,” his voice is low and her eyes go wide.
“Kade?” She whispers and he laughs again.
She thrashes harder now, “You were sucking my cock two weeks ago, sweetheart. No need to play hard to get.”
I step into her, and she pushes back into Kade. Good, at least she knows I’m the bigger threat. She has tears running down her face and her breathing is heavy. “Why would I need to bring you a dead slut to warn you? I have much better ways of doing that.” She whimpers .
“You’ve made your point. Now, let me go,” she says between gritted teeth, as tears steadily fall from her brown eyes.
I don’t move, I just watch her. She’s so fucking beautiful- she could cut off my dick and I would still come back for more. Kade lets go of her, to see if she will run. She knows there is no way out, so I’m curious to see what she’ll do. She stands there, looking at me.
She slowly reaches up to touch the mask, her fingers trailing over the smooth surface. She pulls back her fingers like it burned her. “I want to go home,” she folds her arms over her chest.
“No.” She narrows her eyes and something short of a growl escapes her perfectly pouty lips.
I love pissing her off, it makes it so much sweeter when she starts begging me to let her come. She glares at me. Kade turns the music off and turns the lights back on. Her breathing picks up again, and she steps to the side- I follow her.
“Move.” I can see the fear and excitement in her eyes, I tilt my head. Her big brown eyes stare up at me and then she snarls. Cute.
She does it again and I follow her once more. She huffs and clenches her jaw. She reaches up and yanks the mask off my face, I’m already smirking. “Wyatt,” I answer her silent question.
“Well, Wyatt,” her lip trembles, and then she clears her throat, “This was so much fun. We should never do it again. I would like to go home.” She squares her shoulders and raises her chin.
I trail my eyes slowly down her body and I see her thigh press together. “But the fun has just started.” She narrows her eyes, and Kade grabs her from behind .
“No, let me go!” She bangs on his arm that holds her, but he walks with her like she weighs nothing.
“Little Dove, what kind of man would I be if I just let you walk out of here at three a.m.?”
“One that values his life.” I laugh.
“Is that a threat?” Kade laughs behind her.
He sits her on the chair in the VIP room. “Not unless you make it so,” she folds her arm.
“Why, Little Dove, are you going to kill me?” I bend down and her big brown eyes stare up at me.
She doesn’t say anything, but she bites her lip and looks down. She can’t even say the words without feeling guilty- always the people pleaser. I may be the predator in her story, but she is anything but my prey. She is the reason my life has a purpose; I would never hurt her in the way she thinks. She has consumed my ever-waking thoughts, it’s only fair I do the same.
“No,” she straightens up in the chair.
“Stay here,” I order, and she looks like she wants to slit my throat or fuck me. Winking at her, we exit.
Kade and I walk out into the bar and pick up the chairs she knocked over. “What’s the plan?” he asks nodding back towards the VIP section.
“I’m taking her home. I just wanted her to see that it was us,” I shrug, and he nods.
I hear high heels clicking on the floor and when I turn around- I almost fucking choke.
Blair
“What the fuck are you doing?” Wyatt yells.
Kade turns around and he ends up choking on his spit. “What the hell, Blair,” he says turning away .
“What? This is what you want, right? Me naked so you both can do what you want? I mean as you said, for all I know it was Kade between my thighs making me come,” I put my hands on my hips.
Wyatt looks like he is about to explode and Kade is turned completely around. “Sweetheart, I value my fucking life. Go put your fucking clothes back on, now,” his voice is hard as he orders me to leave.
“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me before, right? Were you there each time? Is that what gets you off?” My nipples are hard from the cold air blowing from the vent right above me- or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Wyatt snarls and storms toward me. I back up from his intense and quite terrifying scowl, my ass hitting the front of the bar. His hand reaches out and he grips my throat, not hard enough to cut off my air but enough to make it hard to breathe. “He’s there when I say he can be. He can look at you when I fucking say he can. I was the one making you squirt all over my fucking clothes. I’m the one making you fucking come. We were alone each fucking time but that last time. If you ever walk out here like this again, I swear to you, you won’t walk for a fucking month!” He is so close to my face, his hot breath fanning over my lips. Wyatt doesn’t need to scream or yell; the threat in his calm collected voice is far more terrifying than any outburst could be.
A tear runs down my cheek and he follows it. “Put your fucking clothes on, now,” He grips my throat tighter.
“Now, Blair!” He lets go and I cough, trying to catch my breath.
I get up, walk back to the VIP room, and put my dress on. I don’t bother with my bra, it smelled like Vodka soda from earlier. Slipping my thong on, I leave the room, crying. I stand with my arms folded over my chest, looking down at the floor. “ I’ll take you home,” Wyatt says softly beside me and I just nod.
Kade stands in front of me, and I look up to meet a pair of green eyes. “Have a good night sweetheart.” I narrow my eyes as he smirks.
“I’m sure you’re going to need it.” Before I can ask what he means, he walks out of the room.
“Let's go.” He takes my hand and I follow after him- like the good little bitch I am.
“Wait, my phone.” He holds it out for me.
“Thanks,” I mumble and take it.
A blacked-out SUV is waiting for us. He holds open my door, “What a gentleman,” sarcasm drips from my tone.
He doesn’t acknowledge me, shutting the door and moving to his side. He pulls off and heads towards my house. Silence. Deafening silence.
His hand is on my left thigh and no matter how much I try to remove it, it stays. I gave up about five minutes ago and took my loss. “I’m telling Elena who you are,” I admit, and he lets out a dry laugh.
“Ok”
“Ok,” folding my arms over my chest, I turn looking out the window again.