She practically falls into my lap. I stand quickly and grip her hips. Picking her up, I plant her ass on the bar and move to stand between her legs. I need her right now. I want a fucking hit. I hate that I can’t get high to erase the memories, and she’s the closest thing I have to a drug.
She doesn’t hesitate. Alexa lets me take control. I kiss her desperately. My lips bruising hers. My fingers dig into her soft yet firm skin. A growl comes from deep in my chest. The need to control is strong.
I never had control before of any aspect of my life. I was conditioned to like fire, to learn from it, and that’s what she is—my fire. She burns me in a way that leaves scars. The kind that I won’t be ashamed of and hide with tattoos.
She pulls away, throwing her head back, sucking in a breath. I kiss my way down her neck as I shove her shirt up and over her head before tossing it to the floor.
Her hands run through my hair before gripping it.
“God, I’ve missed you.” I let go of her long enough to undo her jeans.
“Me too,” She breathes, lifting her hips so I can yank them down her legs. They meet her shirt on the floor as well. “I’ve missed you.”
I jerk her from the bar and carry her over to the closest round table. I bend her over it, facedown. Her hands flatten out over the surface, and I pull my hard dick out before running my fingers over her pussy. She’s wet, which is good because I’m in the mood to fuck.
Sliding into her, I feel everything fade away. She’s my fire. They say love should be your shelter from the storm, but that’s not even close to what I feel for Alexa. She’s everything I was taught to need. Crave.
She’s my altar, where I kneel and repent for all the sins I’ve committed over the years. The souls I’ve taken.
Her pussy tightens around me as I fuck her, and I look down to watch my hard cock slide in and out of that sweet fucking cunt I can’t get enough of. My hands grip her hips, holding her in place while her body rocks back and forth on the table, making it rattle with each thrust.
Her hands reach out above her head, and she grips the edge of the table, needing something to hang onto. “Oh God, Cross …” she cries out as I slam into her.
Letting go of her hips, I lean over her back, and my right hand grips her hair. Yanking the side of her face off the table, I kiss her. Needing to taste her lips while I’m inside her. Needing more of her than she could ever offer.
A sinner is a man who takes what he wants without question. I want her. Right now. Tomorrow and the next day. I need her like I need a hit that I haven’t had in weeks. Like the cigarettes that I gave up because I didn’t need another death trap in my life. I’ve already got enough enemies for that. Why try my luck?
Her pussy tightens around me again, and I feel her try to pull away from my lips. I let her go just enough so I can watch her come. Her green eyes heavy, lips swollen and wet. Hair stuck to her slick face. She’s absolutely gorgeous in a forbidden way.
A person will always want what they can’t have. But my question is, what do we do once we get it? She will be the one to give me that answer.
ALEXA
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, Jasmine and I stand behind the bar. I closed it down over an hour ago, but we’re still here due to Kink. The number of members we have joining Kink is unreal. We can’t keep up with it all.
They say that information travels the fastest by word of mouth, and I never understood that until now. You can’t just put an ad out for Kink. So Jasmine said she made a couple of calls, and that’s all it took. Those two calls turned into more calls. And bam, we’re on our way to guys signing up for our sex club.
I look up when the door opens to the bar. A man dressed in a pair of jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and black leather jacket walks toward us. His dark hair is slicked back, and I don’t see any visible tattoos from here. He looks well put together—almost a GQ lookalike with a touch of bad boy on the dangerous side if you know what I mean. All he’s missing is a cigarette behind his ear while sitting on a motorcycle.
“Tanner Mason.” Jasmine smiles at him. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking him up and down.
He says nothing. Instead, he reaches into his leather jacket and produces an envelope, slapping it on the bar counter. “Fifty grand.”
She leans forward. “Will we be seeing Trey and Turner as well?”
He stares at her intently for a long moment. I think he’s going to walk away without answering when he speaks. “Trey?” He shrugs. “Maybe. But Turner?” He shakes his head. “That boy is selfish with his toys. He prefers to keep his pets in cages where only he can play with them.”
“Well …” She picks up the money. “We’re glad you could join us.” Reaching over to the right, she picks up a form and slides it to him. “An NDA.”
He nods and picks up the pen, clicking it. Without even looking it over, he signs his name and slides it back over to us.
I want to ask him why he didn’t even read it but bite my lip to keep quiet. I don’t want to look stupid. If Jasmine doesn’t have a problem with him signing it without reading it, then neither do I.
He nods once and knocks his knuckles on the bar before turning and walking out.
“Who was that?” I ask once the door closes behind him.
“That was the eldest of the Mason brothers.”
