Chapter 6
Roxy
I should have done this sooner.
For once, I’m doing something Storm has no control over. He can’t stop me. He can’t interfere. He can’t cock block or trick me. He, my father, and my brother have no authority here. This club is owned by a powerful, independent woman. Storm can’t do shit to stop me.
I look down and fix my dress. I went all out tonight. It’s black and skin-tight, showing off every curve of my body. My hair is loose and curled. My makeup is smokey and sultry, and I shaved everything.
There are so many attractive men here tonight, and I’ve already crossed my fingers that a couple of them might pull my key. When I walked into the club tonight, I left my key with the doorman, or security guard, whatever he is. Then I came straight to the bar for a drink.
To be honest, I just feel like I should get tonight over with. Lose my virginity, and get it out of the way, so I can stop thinking about it. I used to think I wanted to spend my first time with someone I loved. Now I just want it done.
“Hello, everyone. Can I have your attention, please?”
Everyone looks over to the stage. An attractive, older gentleman with a mic in his hands addresses the room.
“Welcome, everyone, to the first Wicked Temptation Key Party. We are glad you all have decided to join us tonight for what we hope will turn into an annual event. I’m Damien and your MC for the night.”
“A few housekeeping issues to get out of the way before we get to the real reason you’re all here. Everyone here was medically checked for any transmittable diseases and pregnancy. While we’ve been given the all-clear, I still want to mention there are condoms in the bag you will be given once your key number is called. Using them or not is on you.”
“Next, you all signed a waiver and an NDA to attend tonight; so as the old saying goes, what happens here, stays here.”
“Lastly, in the same bag with the contraceptives, there will be some fun little toys you’re welcome to keep and a list of your partner’s hard and soft limits. These limits are to be respected at all costs. Security is posted around the inside of the club, so if there are any issues, please reach out, and it will be handled immediately.”
“Tonight is supposed to be fun, not some shit you’d see in a bad porno. Okay, so without further ado, let’s get me off the stage and see who’s playing with whom, shall we?”
“Men who are picking keys please line up, and when I call your name, please step onto the stage. You’ll draw a key card, and I will announce the name and number of who you drew. The rest is all up to you guys. Have fun and be safe!”
I sip from my drink, staring at the stage as the first four men go on stage and pull keys.
One of the men I’d hoped would pull my key draws another woman, and I pout.
That”s when I see him.
No. Not him. Fuck! What’s he doing here?
I shake the fear off quickly because there’s no way he’ll draw my key. He probably doesn’t even know I’m here, there’s such a crowd. I’m safe, surely. Plus, if he draws a key now, he’ll leave and won’t be here to see me get picked.
I try to internally rationalize, but I know I’m freaking out.
“Storm Moreno, your turn.” The announcer holds the bag out for Storm to draw from, and I watch, holding my breath.
There must be dozens of women here tonight. More. There’s no way. Just no way…
“Twenty-one!” the announcer calls, and my blood goes ice-cold. Oh, no…no! “Roxanne!”
For a moment, I consider melting in place. If I sink to the floor now and play dead like a possum, will they let me? My legs move, even as my mind screams at me to run. I’m too scared…
I make my way to the stage, shaking as I approach. Storm’s brown eyes meet mine. The look in them could rival the scariest of Papa’s men. He looks ready to bend me over his knee and skin me alive. Memories of him catching me at a club a little over three months ago flood my mind.
I sway my hips, dancing to the beat and grinding against the guy behind me. April dances with me, our fingers laced together. We’re drunk and having fun. That”s what you’re supposed to do when you’re in college. Live life. Have fun. If only I didn’t have a dark cloud stalking me. Ruining my happiness. But not tonight. Tonight, I do whatever the fuck I want.
“I love this place!” April shouts, before taking a sip of her beer. I nod my head in agreement as I sip my own drink. Vodka soda. We’ve been to this club a few times, but tonight is different. Tonight I’m determined to leave with the hot hunky jock behind me. I don’t even know his name. I don’t need to either.
Years of having my dates scared off have made me desperate. Tonight, I’m taking a stranger home. A guy who doesn’t know me, or the threats issued to any man dumb enough to touch me.
April looks at me, smirking. The guy behind her wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. She lets him drag her away, giggling and squealing when he gropes her ass.
I bite my lip, trying to hide my jealousy. I’ve never been held like that. Not really. The guy behind me is being respectful. But I don’t want to be treated with respect. Not tonight.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask, and the hot jock smiles.
“Fuck yes.” He pulls away from me, and I turn to follow him, waving at April, who screams a whoop. She knows my struggles better than anyone.
We make it ten steps, and I allow myself to feel hope, but it doesn’t last long, because I walk straight into my arch nemesis. My worst enemy. The bane of my fucking existence. That fucking cloud.
My brother’s best friend, Storm Moreno.
We lock eyes, and my hope falls to pieces. I’m not leaving with this guy tonight. And all I can do now is make a break for the exit.
I dodge left, hoping that I’ll lose him in the sea of bodies. I have no hope of ending this night in one piece if I don’t get out of here before Storm catches me.
“You know you can’t outrun me, Little Sinner,” Storm growls, and all the fighting dies in my soul. He’s right, but I had to try. He snags me by the arm in a punishing grip, and I allow him to drag me out of the club.
The bouncer doesn’t even fucking blink in my direction. Not when the man dragging me away is Storm fucking Moreno. I do the only thing I know will piss him off almost as much as him controlling my life pisses me off.
I shut down. I don’t fight back, it only fuels his fire. I don’t argue, because he won’t listen anyway. I don’t make excuses, I was caught red-handed.
So, I follow him, as I attempt to dissociate. Otherwise, the anger I feel might just bubble up and explode out of me.
“You thought I wouldn’t know exactly where to find you?” Storm hisses, and I ignore him. I don’t react in any way. “You should know better, Roxy. I will always find you.”
His threat is clear, but I suppress the shiver I feel crawling across my skin.
“You know it pisses me off when you act like a petulant child,” he growls. Again I ignore him. “Not even going to try to defend yourself?” Storm yanks me into him, forcing me to come chest-to-chest with him. “Maybe if I bend you over my fucking knee and turn your pretty skin red, then you’ll fucking talk!”
Now this gets a reaction, for one specific reason. In the last eight years that Storm has been making my life miserable, he has never once, even remotely hinted at wanting to do anything like that to me.
Now he wants to spank me? Why the fuck does that make my skin flush and my cheeks heat?
“I see that got your attention. Is that what I have to do to get you to finally listen, Little Sinner? Hmm?” He waits for me to respond, but when I bite my tongue, his eyes darken. His beautiful brown eyes, so dark they almost look black, suck me right in. Which is why I avoid making eye contact at all costs. But right now, I’m just a fly caught in his web. Helpless. Powerless. “Since you want to test me, maybe I’ll bend you over in the back seat of my car?” He emphasizes his words by dragging the tips of his fingers up my outer thigh, lifting my skirt as he does.
“Why would you bend me over?” I can’t resist asking. What is this new game he’s playing?
“So I can watch your pussy flood your panties while I turn your ass red with my hand prints.” His words are a low whisper, and I can’t hold in the gasp. My body responds, but before I can even understand my reaction to him, his grin turns dark. “It was so easy for me to get a response out of you. I bet you’d beg for my cock if I told you to.”
“Fuck you!” I snap, feeding his fire, and hating myself for it. I turn away from him and run.
Storm Moreno might be my personal hell, but maybe it’s time I return the fucking favor.
He’s about to see just how fucking sinful I can be.