“Fuck off,” I snarl, eyes still glued to the balcony.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” she purrs, rubbing her tits on my arm like a cat in heat. “I can make you feel real good.”
I’m a second from telling her to go choke on a dick when I see Red turn and strut out of sight,
Son of a whore.
“Gonna check things out,” I grunt to Maksim, not waiting for a response.
I shove past the brunette so hard she almost eats floor. Ignoring her bitching, I bolt for the stairs, taking them three at a time. Blood’s pounding in my ears, drowning out the shitty techno.
I head upstairs to the private room, ready to tear the place apart with my bare fucking hands.
But Red? Nowhere to be seen.
Shit. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’ve never reacted this way to any bitch before, no matter how hot. But something about Red down there…Blyat,she’s got me by the balls, and she fucking knows it.
I’m about to head back down and show her exactly what she’s doing to me when somesukain a skintight leotard and a fucking strap-on prances up to me.
“Excuse me, sir, this area is reserved for our VIP guests,” she simpers, batting her fake-ass lashes. “Perhaps I could interest you in a private room where we could—”
“Did you see a woman in a red dress?” I cut her off, eyes moving over the room.
The waitress blinks, thrown off her game. “I… I’m not sure, I…”
I don’t wait for her to finish, already scanning the room like I’m searching for an enemy sniper. No flash of red, no mouthwatering curves. Nothing.
Where the fuck did she go?
Then I see her, back down at the bar like she never left. Perched on a stool, legs crossed, all prim and proper like she’s at a fucking garden party and not a sex club.
And she’s pounding champagne like it’s her job, a different unlucky bastard trying his luck, sidling up to her all slick and shit.
I can already tell how this is gonna go…
He’ll shoot his shot, thinking he’s hot stuff. And Red? She’ll crush his balls like fucking grapes and laugh in his face while she does it.
I watch as Red deals with the chump trying to get in her pants.
I raise my eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips as she twists the fucker’s arm behind his back, putting him in his place. Boy, does she look hot doing it, too, all fierce and fiery.
My kinda woman.
Blyat, what I wouldn’t give to watch her do it up close.
From the balcony, I see a few men; they’re watching her, too. These pricks lurking around the edges of the club; they aren’t here to get their dicks wet.
I know that look. They’re on a mission, same as me.
Question is, what the fuck does Little Miss Red Dress have to do with it?
I lean on the railing, my eyes glued to her, trying to suss her out. The way she moves, the way she holds herself… This isn’t some rich bitch party girl blowing Daddy’s money on a wild night out. No, there’s an edge to her. Something deadly under all that cocky bravado.
My gaze trails over her, catching on the mile-long legs barely covered by that fuck-me dress. What I wouldn’t give to have those thighs wrapped around my head while I eat her sweet little cunt until she screams…
Red’s barely got a second to savor her victory over the first loser before another suit slides up, smooth as the booze she’s throwing back like water.
