Chapter 4
If a glare could kill, I’d be a pile of ash. Roxy’s little fists curl as she stares me down, her murderous thoughts written across her face like a neon sign.
My dick has never been harder. I hope she swings.
I knew having that taste of her was a mistake. Now I’m starving for another mouthful. I want to devour her whole. I had to shove myself away from her last night before I took things further. Fuck, I wanted to, but I want her to know it’s me the first time I take her.
She might have whispered my name last night, even though she thought Eric was the one eating her out, but when I fuck her, she’ll be screaming my name.
Besides, she hates me. Well, she thinks she does, anyway. But my girl doesn’t know just how similar love and hate can be.
She wasn’t supposed to be working tonight. I’m certainly not supposed to be in here, getting a lap dance. I should be working on the contact for William. After all, those guys out there aren’t my friends. But this is where they wanted to meet. They’re important to Will, which means they’re important to me.
But then she walked over. Roxanne has always had a way of derailing my fucking plans.
“I fucking hate you,” she snarls, and I nod.
“I know, Little Sinner. Now get the fuck over here before I drag you,” I warn, and her eyes flare with a fire I’ve never seen from her before.
“You want a fucking fight, Storm? Bring it.” She plants her feet and crosses her arms over her chest, pressing her large breasts together. The image of her shaking them in another man”s face has anger flaring in my chest once again.
“Last warning. If I get up, I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”
“I’ll bite it off.”
“I’ll break your jaw if you try.”
“Bastard!” she hisses, before reluctantly making her way over to me. She stops in front of me, glaring daggers into my skull.
“On your knees, crawl to me,” I demand, making her glare intensify.
“Asshole.” She flips me off, and I lift a brow.
“Do that again, and I will.”
“Go die, bastard,” she snaps, but I watch with satisfaction as she drops to her knees and crawls to me. When she’s within arm”s reach, she stops, and I smirk.
“Now dance,” I say, gesturing to my lap. “Unless you want Daddy to know your dirtiest secrets.”
“Fuck you,” she growls, but climbs into my lap nonetheless.
She bounces her ass, keeping her pussy out of reach of my aching cock. She’s always been a master at teasing, and she revels in it. Every flick of her hips, every bounce of her ass, seems to be calculated to drive me to the brink of madness. I reach out for her, desperate to feel her soft skin against mine, but she keeps just out of reach. Our game is a dangerous one, and we both know it.
Realizing that the power has shifted, and the tables have turned, she smirks and laughs at me, her voice like music to my ears, as she continues to dance just out of my grasp. My cock aches with desire, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to feel her slick heat surrounding me.
But not yet.
She’s loving the power she thinks she holds over me, the way she can reduce my cock to begging with just a simple sway of her hips. And I love her for it, even as she drives me mad with longing.
Eventually, though, I snap.
As soon as she dances within reach, I grab her. A startled sound falls from her lips, but I don’t let go.
Slamming her hips down with a firm grip on her waist, I watch her gasp as she feels my hardness.
“Grind your slutty pussy against my cock until you come like the little whore you are.” I stare into her eyes and watch as they dilate, and her breathing gets erratic.
She shakes her head subtly, and I tisk.
“I’m not asking, Roxy. Don’t deny me. Come on my cock, or I’ll force it inside you and make you milk it with your tight cunt. And then I’ll out you to your daddy.” This wasn’t the plan, but forcing her to admit her desire for me is.
And the best way to do that? Make her desperate for the man she despises. Make her greedy pussy beg to be fucked by the cock she hates.
As soon as she feels my hard length against her, she freezes. I can see the reluctance and the desire warring in her eyes and the way she tries to pull away from me.
But I don’t let her. Instead, I hold her firmly against me, feeling her warmth through my pants. Her body is tense, and I can see the inner conflict in her mind playing out on her face like a movie.
She hates me, and yet she wants me.
I chuckle darkly at the thought, knowing that this is exactly what I wanted. To make her so desperate for me that she’ll beg. Beg to be fucked by the man she despises.
“Stop fighting it, Roxy,” I say sternly, my grip on her waist tightening. “I know you want this as much as I do.”
Her eyes widen in shock and disgust at my words, but there’s a flicker of acceptance there too. She knows it’s true, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
“And you’re going to love it.” With that, I push down on her hips and rub my cock against her pussy through our clothes.
Roxy gasps at the contact, her arousal evident in the way she presses back against me. I can feel how wet she is already, and it only spurs me on further.
I grind harder against her, moving my hips in a torturous rhythm that has Roxy moaning in frustration.
“Please,” she whispers desperately, still trying to resist even as her body responds eagerly to mine.
I smirk triumphantly. This is exactly what I wanted – to make her beg for more while also hating herself for wanting it from someone like me. But I’m not done teasing yet.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready yet. I’m still the one doing all the work,” I say smugly before thrusting up into her center, holding in my own groan. Roxy bites down on her bottom lip, holding her moan in. She takes over, slowly rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against me.
I keep a firm grip on her hips and force her to keep looking into my eyes as she dry humps me. She hates it. She’s desperate to look away, but I won’t let her. She’ll damn well know who she’s grinding on as she comes.
Her movements slow as her eyes darken with lust, and I shake my head.
“Don’t stop when you’re so close to creaming those panties all over my cock, Little Sinner.” I can’t help but meet her movements with thrusts as she starts shaking in my arms.
“I hate you!” she gasps, as her movements become erratic. Her eyes fall closed, but I growl.
“Look at me when you come on my dick, Little Sinner.” Her eyes snap open, and she holds my gaze. “Say my name,” I demand, but she shakes her head.
Her lips fall open on a gasp as she comes, soaking my pants and shuddering in my arms. As soon as she’s finished, she launches herself off my lap.
She hits the floor with a hard thump and glares up at me like I shoved her. I ignore her attitude and stand.
There’s a damp patch on my pants from her, and the scent of her sweet arousal will stay with me all night. My cock is aching for a release, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose control like that.
Instead, I stand over her, smirking.
“See you soon, Little Sinner.”
Before I head back to the table, I head to the office at the back of the bar. I don’t bother knocking, I just shove the door open. I take three steps inside and shove my hands in my pockets.
The owner, Paul, jumps to his feet, but when he sees my face, his eyes go wide. I tilt my head to the side, remaining quiet.
I thought maybe he was unaware of who Roxy was when he first hired her, but I doubt that. The longer I stand here, silently watching him, the more he starts to panic.
“Mr. Moreno! G-good to see you here tonight!” He clears his throat. “What can I do for you, sir?” He shifts in his seat, and I take one step forward and stop. “Did your boss send you?” He means Roxy’s father. My pseudo father, and the man that stepped into my life when I had no one else.
I was just a nobody kid, that no one gave a shit about, until Roxy and her family came along.
“Do I need to tell you how you’ve fucked up, or are you not as fucking stupid as I think?” I ask, narrowing my glare.
“I thought you knew. I th-thought her father w-was aware.” Paul’s voice shakes, and I nod. I’ll just fucking bet…
“Listen Paul. I’m aware that you treat your girls here pretty well, and for their sake, and their sake only, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt.”
Not all the clubs in this city treat their girls so well. Maybe I’m going soft, or maybe it’s the fact that he never did anything to put Roxy in harm”s way. I know she loves to dance, but she must have known we couldn’t allow her to keep working here.
It might be a better club than most others, but shady ass men come here all the time. After she walked away from the table, the men I was with were saying the most vile things about her. Things that I’ll admit, I want to do to her, but that doesn’t mean I want every lowlife scum talking about what’s mine in that way…
They’ll pay for those words with their blood. William will understand.
“Fire her, or I’ll burn this place down,” I growl, before stomping out the door. Time to dispose of some low lifes.
* * *
“Come on, Little Sinner,” I whisper, helping her to her feet. I pull her jeans up, securing the belt around her waist. I keep her facing away from Eli as he twitches on the floor.
She turns into my arms, burying her face against my chest. The blood that covers her back is a gruesome reminder of what I’ve just done. I’m sixteen, and I always knew the life I would live one day would lead to this.
William is my best friend, and even though he’s fucking insane, he hasn’t killed anyone yet. I call William first, keeping Roxy tucked against my chest.
“Storm?” he asks, because he’s in the middle of an important trade here in the city. He knows I’m aware of that, and that I wouldn’t call for no reason.
“I just killed your uncle.” I look down at his body. He’s clutching his neck breathing heavily, his eyes wild as his mouth gasps open like a fish. He’s pissed himself, and given the stench, shit himself too. “Well, he’ll be dead in a few moments. He’s currently breathing his last.”
“No shit. My sister?”
“I’ve got her. She’s…in shock.”
“Get her out of there. I”ll deal with the body,” he says before the line goes dead.
“Come on, Little Sinner, I’ve got you.”
“Fuck!” I shout, waking up after having that same dream for the thousandth time. Fuck this. I throw the blankets off and get dressed. I have to see her.
Thirty minutes later, I’m in her little studio apartment watching her sleep. The sun will rise soon, but I have time. I do this a lot. More than I should. I watch her sleep and leave before she wakes.
I consider touching her, but I don’t. I never do. Just watch. I feel like that sparkling vampire creep. Lurking while she sleeps. But this is the only way I can be near her when she’s not glaring at me.
If she had any idea I did this, she’d probably tell her father and brother, hoping they’d kill me. Of course, I’d probably be able to talk my way out of it, but I don’t really want to test that theory.
I watch as Roxy groans in her sleep, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow. She seems so peaceful, but I know nightmares haunt her dreams.