Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Lilly
I’ve been a nervous wreck for the last two days. Nervous and scared to go out.
If I had the money, I would buy a gun for protection. I haven’t seen the man again, but I’ve been paranoid, and I’ve had the sensation more than once that someone was watching me.
I don’t know who the man is or who would want to have me followed so I’m putting it down to Lev trying to scare me, although that doesn’t seem to fit.
His men would have scared me outright like they did the other day. Lurking in the shadows isn’t their style at all.
I’ve thought about who this guy could be, and I’m stumped. The worse thing I could have is a stalker. I contemplated that too.
The other thing I thought of was Miguel’s enemies. But it’s unlikely to be them since he’s dead. Enemies making threats on family members or former family members tend to only happen if the person it’s likely to affect is alive and well, and if they cared.
Miguel didn’t care and it was a known thing. People knew too that he’d rather keep me under lock and key to take out his frustration when things went wrong, although he insisted that he loved me.
He just had the strangest ways of showing it.
I just finished my performance.
It was the first night that I didn’t feel the music. The first time when I couldn’t sense that magic I always feel when I dance. I performed tonight under strain, eager to leave.
My stupid mind also noted that Christian wasn’t here again. Not here again so I can’t talk to him and ask him what the hell it is he’s is playing at.
Once again, I make my way back to the dressing room to get ready and leave with anxiety twisting knots in my soul.
I turn the corner for the elevator and a shrill laugh makes me turn my head.
It’s the kind of irritating laugh that can make a person crazy.
It’s one of those girls again who can’t stand me.
She’s topless, wearing nothing but a thong and looks very at home.
She’s talking to someone, but I can’t see who. They’re standing behind the pillar.
When the person steps from behind the pillar and I see it’s Christian I stop short.
The woman runs her hands all over his shirt. When she tugs on the edge that rage, I felt the other day comes back to consume me. But I’m enraged now for more than one reason.
I’m not just pissed about the damn money. I’m pissed at myself for being so stupid. Stupid enough to give myself to him and open any form of emotion.
“Come on, we can go back to your office,” the woman says.
“I’m busy Megan, maybe some other time,” Christian says, and she releases him.
“I’m holding you to that,” she coos and blows him a kiss.
What an asshole.
Maybe some other time?
She walks away and he turns to go through a set of double doors.
I should go on my way. Go home and keep my mouth shut. I’m new here and I don’t want to ruin what I have. Rosie and I could still move with the money I’ll earn and what he’s already paid.
I should just leave well enough alone, but I can’t.
I didn’t go through hell with Miguel only to have another man treat me like shit, and not when I’m trying so hard to fix my life and provide a better one for my child.
He doesn’t know I have a child, but it shouldn’t matter.
I want to know why he’s screwing with me.
My legs move, and I walk to where I saw him go. I head through the doors and up a set of stairs.
He stops at the top about to open another set of double doors and I take that chance to call out to him. He turns to see me and the look that washes over his face is utter surprise.
“Lilly,” he says regaining that stony composure that makes him look like the hardline mafia man he is. It’s not something I’m likely to forget. This is not a guy I should be talking to, let alone gearing up to give him a piece of my mind.
All I need though is the image of my daughter’s face. Her crying because a horrible group of assholes were bothering us and propositioning me for sex right in front of her.
Twenty bucks to suck their cocks. How much for group sex? Whore…
Those words rattle through my mind and I march up to him.
“Why did you close my bookings?” I ask, finding my voice.
It comes out in a rasp but at least I say the words and it releases some of the fear.
Suddenly I remember who I am. I remember the girl I was at Julliard, and the woman I became when I performed on stage in LA.
Show after show, performance after performance.
Mom used to tell me, one day people from all over the world would watch me dance. They did. That is who I am.
That’s not what I am now, but it’s still who I am.
“Do you think I chose to work here because I love dancing in your club, or that I signed my body away to do anything because I wanted to?” I unleash and something shifts in his eyes.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t care. What I care about is saying what I have to say.
“Do you think I would allow someone like you to touch me and throw me away like I’m nothing if I didn’t need the money?
I would never know you in the real world if I didn’t need the money.
How dare you screw with me?” I lash out and I don’t get to say another word.
Terror lances through me like a bolt of lightning when he catches my throat and shoves me against the wall. I cry out and in an instant, I think of Miguel. Except, Miguel would have rammed my head into the wall and punched me in my face right about now.
Fear makes me go still and my back ramrod straight as I tremble and quiver under his stare.
What’s he going to do?
What is he thinking?
I don’t know because I don’t know him.
I don’t know him, and I just made a big mistake.
He leans closer and tightens his grip on my neck. His fingers dig into my skin and I feel like I might die from the fright.
A tear tracks down my cheek when he comes closer and I hate myself in that moment for the tug of arousal that slices through me. It grows stronger when he brushes his nose over mine. The push and pull of arousal and fear is a juxtaposition of conflict that I can’t control.
“Please… don’t hurt me,” I whimper and the devilish smile that tilts the corners of his mouth sends a shiver of panic through me.
“Hurt you? Looked like you were getting ready to hand me my ass just now Lilly St. James.” He sneers.
“Seemed like I haven’t really introed myself properly if you think you wouldn’t know me if not for your situation.
You most assuredly, don’t fucking know me if you think for one fleeting second that you wouldn’t allow me to touch you if you didn’t need the money. We’ll see about that.”
In one deft move, he uses his free hand and tears the dress from me. The flimsy piece of pink cloth Tatiana dressed me in tonight and called it clothes. It’s see-through again just like everything else I’ve worn since working here.
I’m left in my panties and pumps. I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath when Christian moves the sheer cloth of my panties aside and pushes his fingers right into my pussy. The smile that lights up his face is equally as scary as the hold he has on me.
“Let me go, Christian,” I plead.
“No… I want more. More of you. I want you.”
“You can’t have me.”
Heat washes over me from his fiery gaze when he looks down to my breasts.
A wide knowing smile brightens his face and ignites the fire in his eyes when he sees the obvious arousal for him from the points of my nipples.
“I already have you.” He nods.
I’m robbed of my next words when he starts pumping his fingers into my pussy. Hard. So hard it fans the flames of lust roiling inside me and the awakening burns through my brain.
A moan falls from my lips even though I try to hold it back.
He speeds up, finger fucking me until I’m moaning out so loud, I can’t believe it’s me.
I want to tell him to stop. I want to tell him to get away from me.
I want to shut my body down from feeling anything, but I can’t do any of that because I want him.
I want him and I want this moment we shouldn’t be having.
My tired soul craves the pleasure. My poor heart wants to feel more than pain. It wants to do more than feel nothing.
I come hard, looking away when the wetness flows down onto his fingers. He guides my face back to him, but instead of clamping down on my neck he slips his hand behind my head and brings me to his lips.
I want him so much I don’t protest. I grasp on to his shirt and take the ravenous kiss he gives me. It’s hard and searching, teasing and tempting. It sends me over the edge as forceful as his fingers which are still inside me.
Christian caresses my skin, luring me deeper into the seduction of him. I melt against him when our tongues tangle and he explores my mouth with his.
I’m not ready for him to pull away from me. When he does, releasing me my body feels weak like I’ve had the energy drained from me.
He licks off his fingers and a surge of need rushes over me when he starts undoing his belt.
He shoves his pants down and takes out his cock. When he reaches for me, I go to him willingly, lifting my leg as he takes hold of my waist to bring me closer.
Moving aside my panties again, he guides his cock into me, and I grasp on to his shirt when he plunges into my passage.
I hold on when he starts moving into me and I don’t care that we’re doing this on the stairwell right where anyone can pass by and see us. See me.
I don’t care. As he takes me ruthlessly searing me with the magnitude of his cock, all I care about is how good I feel, and I want more too.
He starts fucking me into the wall, driving deeper, harder, faster.
I take his hard-rough strokes, thrust after thrust and he stares into my eyes as he fucks me, giving me that glimpse of himself. Showing me, he has me.
Showing me he has me outside of money or my need for it. this is us. no booking no payment. He has me and I’m allowing him to take me.
He speeds up, fucking me so hard I see stars and have to hold on to him tighter.
I can’t hold back when I feel the pull of vicious need burning my insides.
It takes me higher and higher until I know I’m at a peak where I have to fall.
when I do, he comes with me too, sharing the release.
I push my head back, curving against his chest, as a cry of raw ecstasy tears from my throat.
He growls his release, filling me up with hot cum that warms my insides.
It’s hot and virile, possessive, just like him.
I try to steady my breathing, but I can’t. It’s so much harder to attempt to when he kisses me again. I hold on to his shirt and kiss him back and he allows me to.
I’m a fool. I shouldn’t want him. what the hell is wrong with me?
He’s just going to throw me away again. That’s what’s going to happen.
Christian pulls out of the kiss and out of me, his cum leaks down my legs and a pang of guilt pierces my heart.
Everything is too much, and I don’t know how to handle it.
I don’t seem to even know what I’m doing anymore.
Since when do I have sex in a public place, or with a man I barely know?
That’s all it’s been with us. Sex and fucking.
The most normal thing I’ve ever done with him is ram my car into the back of his.
“Come… let’s go,” he says tucking his cock back into his pants.
I blink several times, uneasy, not knowing what he could mean.
“Where?” I whisper.
“The suite.” He fixes his pants then picks up the remains of my dress from the ground to throw around my shoulders like a cape. “You’re spending the night with me. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Talk…
“About what?”
“About what I’m going to do with you.”
His words sound ominous and I know I should at least question what he means, but the wild sexual haze still has me under its spell, and it’s shifted reality around me. So, when he slips his arm around my waist and guides me toward the door, I follow.
I follow with the lure to spend the night with him.