Chapter 9
Leila
PAST
Mike huffs, glaring at me, and South shoves at his back, “You heard her. Get a move on,” South says with a shake of his head, ushering Mike away from us and out the door. North’s fingertips trace my cheek and then brushes over my lips. I bite at the air, and he tilts his head sideways.
“Tsk. Tsk. Remember little fox, you agreed to this.” His finger waves in front of my face and my teeth chomp in the direction of his finger again.
“True, but I didn’t agree to being nice about it,” I snap, without remorse.
“Even better.” North smiles and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
My curiosity gets the better of me. “What?”
“Wrecking such a beautiful thing,” he muses and my body aches to be touched by him.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs knowing he is the reason I feel like this.
He’s infuriating, and somehow the cat and mouse game we are playing makes me want him even more.
Maybe I hit my head really hard, and I don’t remember.
A concussion would explain why I agreed to this.
I should have let Mike get his ass beat, but I would have never forgiven myself.
Mike has a big mouth, but he does not know how to fight at all.
“Be nice or don’t, either way will have the same outcome—Your legs wrapped around me as I taste every inch of you. ”
“That’ll never happened,” I breathlessly answer him, and heat rises to my face.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Delayni.” He leans down and whispers against my ear. “I see your skin flushing. I’m getting to you, and I bet if I slid my hand into that sweet mound of yours that your soaked.”
“Not for you. As far as you’re concerned my vagina is the driest desert on the face of the planet,” I hiss.
“Don’t lie to yourself. It’s pointless. I know the truth as much as you do.
If I bent you over this table, right here, right now, you wouldn’t stop me.
Would you?” North says in a thick voice just above a whisper and his hand creeps down my spine and his fingers hook through the belt loops of my jeans, jerking me against the rock-hard bulge in his pants.
I whimper. I actually freaking whimper. I should not want him, but his dirty words and the way he said my name is too much to handle.
My lips don’t move. My body might be a trader, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of answering.
My hips move slowly against him to the beat of the song playing from the speakers.
“That’s right, little fox, show me what you want.” He rocks harder against me. Sliding one of his hands up my back and twisting it into my hair. He pushes me forward with the other hand. My palms fly out and smack onto the green felt that has red dots splattered across its surface.
Someone clears their throat at the other end of the table and my body freezes. Shit! I am so out of it I didn’t think about doing what we are in public. The thrills of someone catching you is one thing, but this place is extraordinary full for a Thursday evening.
My eyes slowly lift to a brown pair of slacks secured under a big round belly with a belt.
I don’t need to look any higher to know who is staring at us.
It’s Manny, the owner of Balls. “First you get blood on my table and now you’re going to screw on it?
What has gotten into you, Delayni?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing together.
“I. Um. I didn’t—” My words blubber out of my mouth, and I want to die. There is no telling how far I would have let this go if he hadn’t come over to us.
“How much?” North growls.
“Excuse me?” Manny asks and his eyes blink rapidly.
When I lift my fingertips off the table, North’s palm lands in the dip of my lower back. “Don’t move.”
I should run. Now’s my chance, but something tells me if I did, he would find me.
“How much is it going to cost me to replace the table and for you and everyone else to clear the fuck out of here?”
“I don’t know. I mean. I can’t do that. These are paying customers, Sir.”
“If you don’t make this deal with me, there will be consequences.” pulls his gun from behind his back and sets it on the felt beside my hands.
“I can’t just clear everyone out of here in a few seconds. It’ll take a little bit of time.” Manny explains.
North grabs the gun, points it above Manny’s head and fires. A loud crack rings through Balls and the rafter over Manny splinters. A few girls scream and then people scramble toward the exit. “There. Problem solved. Now get. The. Fuck. Out!”
After only a little time passes, everyone, including Manny, is gone. North and I are alone in the bar. It is amazing how people react to a gun shot when they aren’t used to hearing them.
My back attempts to straighten and North’s fingertips slip under my shirt and dig into my sides. “I said stay.”
“You can’t possibly think that after all of that anything is going to happen between us.”
“Delayni, I don’t think. I know. I’m going to lick your pussy for as long and as hard as I please right here on this table.” He pins me onto the table and my head instinctively turns to the side, my cheek laying on the green and red felt.
“Turn over.”
I don’t move.
“Turn over or I’ll do it myself.” He breathes out heavily.
I should not want him to touch me given the amount of chaos I’ve witnessed at his hands, but not able to deny how turned on I am.
My legs are trembling despite being flat and the only thought running through my mind is giving into him.
If we do this and get it over with, maybe I can go back to my normal life.
It is not the truth, but it’s the lie I tell myself to find reason in what I’m about to do.
My body willingly turns for him.
“Good girl.” He muses, grabbing the pool stick and rolls it in Mike’s blood with his thumb and pointer finger.
“For the record, Delayni Mike is a fucking coward. You could tell me you would take care of yourself for the rest of eternity, and I would still protect you from the world. You deserve better.”
He climbs over me and settles between my legs.
“And I guess that’s you, that you are better?” I push out in a moment of clarity.
“No, I’m not better, I’m one of the worst to cross anyone’s path, especially yours.”
“Then why say all of that if you don’t think you’re better?”
“Because, Delayni, you do deserve better, but I am starving to taste you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this emptiness I feel if I never experience you. I should stop myself for both of our sakes. I know this is wrong and I’ll pay for it, but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”
His mouth pushes against mine and his tongue pushes through my lips, curling around the tip of my tongue as he sucks.
Shit! If this is what a kiss is supposed to be then I’ve never been properly kissed in my lifetime.
My hips instinctively lift to him. and he groans when I rub myself against him.
His kisses are like the purest form of cocaine, extremely addicting and so dangerous they could be lethal.
North unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper completely down, his hand dipping into my panties and through my aching folds. “Dripping wet,” he says in a deep throaty voice, bringing his finger to his mouth, and then sucks my juices off his finger. “And sweeter than honey.”
None of this should be happening, but I want this man more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire existence.
He rips my pants and underwear down my legs and over my feet, flinging them across the room.
His tongue immediately lapping against my sensitive nub.
He makes slow small circles before resting his hand right below my belly button, adding the slightest amount of pressure.
The sensation is too much, I cannot take it.
My eyes close as my hips buck and I ride his face shamelessly, moans falling out of my mouth freely.
“Who do you belong to, little fox?”
I don’t answer him, as my body stiffens with pleasure. He stops his tongue from moving and slides two fingers inside me. “I said who the fuck do you belong to, Delayni?”
“You. I belong to you.” I announce and somehow, I mean it. Deep inside I know this man has ruined me for anyone else.
I have never experienced anything like this, and it feels so amazing.
My breaths speed up a little more each time he bends his fingertips and I moan, chasing the release that I’m so close to.
He pulls his fingers out of me one more time and then when I think he’s going to push them back up, he doesn’t.
He kneels between my knees and rips open his fly, pulling his cock out.
Its girthy, long, and the tip curves ever so slightly to the left.
I swallow hard. Precum glistens on the head and he rubs it down his length, stroking himself as his eyes roam over me.
“If I’m going to answer for this, I’m going to make it worth both of our times,” he announces, lining his tip up with my opening and he shoves inside.
I have no clue what he means, and honestly don’t care right now.
“You. Are. Mine.” He buries himself to the hilt with each word and I moan adjusting to his size.
“Mmmhmm,” I cry out in pleasure as he lifts my leg over his shoulder, diving deeper into me and he throbs within me.
“Tell me, Delayni. What do you want?”
My lips do not move. He pulls almost all the way out and I lift my hips. “No. I want you to hear yourself say it. What do you want?”
“I want you, North.”
He kisses me hard and demanding and thrusts back inside, further than before. My walls clinch around him, and he flexes his hips while he groans, “You are mine, little fox.”
* * *
I wake up groggy and with the freshly fucked feeling.
I don’t know what came over me to just give myself over to him like that.
I want to say it was a fluke, plead temporary insanity or something, anything to give a real justification as to why I did what I did.
But I have nothing. No other reason that I wanted him, and he wanted me.
The way he took charge and demanded things from me turned me on more than I had ever been in my lifetime.
I groan, wiggling my body around to assess the damage. Thighs, definitely sore and shaky and my shoulders feel like I was in a pool doing backstrokes for three hours straight.