“Oooo, baby, baby, you’re going to make him work for it, ain’t ya?” Nix’s voice shatters through the tension building between this beautiful woman and my dark, broke ass.
I watch as her eyes turn a molten, lava red. Fuck, she’s a spitfire. I fucking love it. Her eyes fall to the bitch to my left. Shit I forgot about her. She’s slumped upon the black leather booth seat, no bra on. Her top has been pulled down off her shoulders and her tits are out, nipples pebbled, her eyes glazed over. She’s so fucking high and looks like a dirty ass skank dripping in STD’s and bad publicity.
“That make you hard?” she says pointing to the bitch with absolutely no class.
I search her eyes that have gone from the lava red back to the ice blue that shimmers with a green tint.
“It’s a ride,” I bite out. “They all find a way to get you hard.” My tone ice. I’m losing, I feel it. “They can be anyone you want when your eyes are shut, baby girl.” My voice purrs over her I see the goosebumps bubble over her heated skin.
“Hit her from the back, Rap Devil, and as you say they can be anyone you want with your eyes closed. Picture me coz that’s as close to tapping my ass as you’ll ever get.” Her voice slaps me glacier chill like.
Nix and Lynx suck in air, deep. I hear the sharp intake as they try to stifle a laugh.
“You savage, Miss Tru,” Nix laughed out, so I shoot him a glare of back the fuck up cunt.
His hands fly up in the air.
“She ain’t playing, bruv.” His tone laced in humour.
“Match made.” Lynx sauntered out oozing playboy charm.
“Game on,” I breathed into her, needing to recover from her dirty but fucking insanely perfect mouth. Her head falls back, her long hair trails over my hand that is still gripped on her hips sending a chill over me. I watch her as the tight skin on her neck moves when she swallows.
“Fuck me.” My shoulders sag slightly as I exhale, watching her while waiting for her next move.
“Game over, player,” she purrs out. As her head rolls forward her killer eyes grip a hold of mine. Her mouth falls close to mine. I arch forward egging her on, pushing her, begging with my body alone to just cave. Her lips graze mine. Soft and sweet tasting like fucking heaven mixed with the fires of hell.
“That’s the only taste you’ll ever get.” With that she stood, swung her leg over my body then picked up the empties and the tray.
Her head tilted exposing the line of her neck, her skin so soft, so white, so lush. “You didn’t play me, baby,” I bite out. Only her head falls back, and her hair falls in midnight black waves down her back “Yes. Yes, player. I did.”
With a wink over her shoulder she steps from the platform we are on. I watched her walk away, her hips moving in the most seductive way that had all the men’s eyes on them. She’s dressed in the sexiest little Christmas outfit tailored to her figure leaving nothing to the imagination and I hate it. I fucking hate Christmas and I hate that they are all watching what’s mine.
Time to let the world know.
Chapter Six
Tru
The way he licked his lips as he walked in close to me grabbing my hips made me sick.
“Hands off, babe,” my tone is laced with warning but as sweet as peach tea. “Oh, darling,” he sleazes out, his breath rancid laced with cigarettes. “You know your job requires you to keep us happy.” He’s coated with a filthy odour and laughing back at his group of equally filthy mates.
“Hands off,” I snap again, my ice eyes meeting his sleazy glazed over ones.
“You want it. I’ll tip you good, bitch.” His tone was dripping in sexual longing. Yuck. He pulled me tight into him as he leaned his face into mine. His sick, hot breath on my face oozing cheap beer and nasty cologne hit my nose and my stomach reacted.
Slowly my eyes never leaving his I snaked my fingers around his throat squeezing until his eyes bugged out.
“Touch me again, I’ll fucking kill ya.”
Seething out into the space between us I feel his dick twitchingand growing hard with my contact. Looking down at his crotch he laughed and his hand left my hip reaching for my crotch.
His touch was hard and forceful as he tried to paw my apex through my skirt and tights. I see red. Drop the tray of glasses and bottles. Then my hand’s flying down, hard and fast, grabbing his dick and twisting. He begins to gurgle. Satisfaction hits me as his eyes bulge and fear grips him, but before I could get a scream out of the limp-dicked douchebag Jayden was there punching him right in the face. One punch was all it took to send blood splattering out over us both, my hand still laced around his dick and my other on his neck. The crack of knuckles meeting bone sent out a sickening sound that reached my ears. Jayden came in again with another jab to the jaw. This time I let go and the dirty douchebag fell to the floor, his head smashing onto the hard floor of my club and bouncing back up again before resting awkwardly to the side. The shocked gasps ring out like sirens around us as people swarm.
Jayden spins on his feet his eyes finding mine, blood splattered over his face and knuckles.
“Babe.”
