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  The words ‘thank you’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I found myself unable to say them. Instead, I said, “So, how about that dance?”

  I felt King’s frustration intensify without even looking at him, just by the way the air seemed to thicken.

  “Seriously?” He sounded both bewildered and insulted.

  “Seriously,” I confirmed.

  I turned to him and placed a hand on his chest, sliding it down until I reached his firm abdomen.

  “We both want this.” King didn’t move as my hand slid lower, finally resting lightly on his crotch.

  All of a sudden, he stood up, and I did too. King took several strides forward, forcing me to retreat, until his massive body was pressing me right up against the wall behind me.

  “How can you pretend that you don’t care about what just happened?” he growled.

  “Because I don’t,” I said truthfully.

  All I could concentrate on now was King’s anger and how satisfying it would be for him to release it by using me.

  Deciding to turn the situation around, I pushed myself off the wall and moved further into him.

  “You want me, don’t you?” I asked him, as I pushed forward further.

  He took a small step back, and I counted it as a victory.

  “I can feel that you do.” I rocked my hips forward slightly and felt the swell of his cock, even though both our clothes.

  My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and I trailed my fingers over the bare skin of his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans.

  King took a bigger step back at my touch. It didn’t matter, though. I knew I was getting to him.

  I reached up to untie the halter neck of my dress and let go of the ribbon, so that the top of the dress fell down. It had an elastic waist that stayed in place but my breasts were now on full display, rose pink nipples standing erect in the cool air.

  Pinching one of my nipples between two fingers, I advanced on him further.

  “Don’t you want to be doing this? Because you could be. Anytime you like.”

  His eyes were glued on my movements, and I knew I had him. I was slightly disappointed, for reasons that I couldn’t really pinpoint, but ignored that. He was a man after all, and they were pretty much all the same.

  I continued teasing him, watching as his patience unraveled right before my eyes. He still looked angry though, and I wondered how I could change that.

  “You must think I’m so easily manipulated. I’m not, but I am enjoying the show.” His eyes flickered up to mine, and a smirk was replaced his frown. “If we’re going to fuck,” he emphasized the word as if he thought I would contradict it. “Then it’s going to be on my terms. Deal?”

  I could feel myself dampen at his words. This wasn’t disappointing at all.

  “Deal,” I said.

  As soon as the word left my mouth, he lunged at me, ripping the remainder of my flimsy dress off in one quick move, so that I was naked but for a tiny thong.

  King crushed his lips firmly to mine, bruising them with his force. His arms pulled me tightly against him, as my fingers clawed at his head. Making up the ground he’d lost before, King pinned me up against the wall again, this time holding both my wrists above my head as he continued kissing me.

  “Do you still think you can handle me?” He grunted into my ear.

  “Yes,” I said stubbornly. “Give me more.”

  “No, not just yet.”

  King pulled us away from the wall, but pushed me down by the shoulders so that I knelt in front of him.

  “Open,” he demanded, and I did.

  In a second, he’d unleashed his monster cock from his jeans and stuffed the full length into my awaiting mouth, making me gag.

  “That’s right, baby, choke on my cock.”

  His hands went to my hair, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth. I was so turned on that one of my fingers had trailed inside my thong and to my clit, so that I could relieve some of the pressure.

  King noticed and was less than happy. He pulled my mouth from his cock immediately, saliva dripping down my chin as he looked down at me.

  “Get those fingers out of there. That’s mine.”

  He kneeled down in front of me, and, at first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he lay me down on the floor and straddled my chest.

  “Hands up here.” My arms were roughly stretched out on the floor above my head, hands clasped together. “Don’t move them, or I’ll punish you.”

  I didn’t dare see if he was serious. I had no doubt he was.

  “I think this position’s a little better, don’t you?” King pressed his cock into my mouth again, thrusting in and out aggressively. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I moaned loudly as he kept thrusting into my mouth. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I felt near climax.

  “That kid called you a slut before. He was right. But you're not just any slut—you’re my slut.” He punctuated his words with another thrust that had the head of his cock, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

  Finally pulling back, he slid down my body and ripped my thong off.

  “So wet, baby. You’re such a filthy slut, aren’t you? Turned on by sucking my fat cock.”

  I went to open my mouth, but he pressed a hand into it.

  “Not yet,” he commanded. “How many fingers do you think you can take?”

  King slid one finger in easily, then two.

  “Another one?”

  I moaned in response from under his palm, and a third finger filled me. He was stretching me wide, but I was loving the burning sensation. Still, something was missing, and I knew exactly what that was.

  Shaking my head from side to side, I flung his hand off my mouth. “I want your cock. Please.” I was panting from desire, but King seemed completely unaffected.

  “You want my cock?” He pressed his hips into mine, so his hard length was pressing up against my heat, my slickness coating him entirely. “I need a condom.”

  “I’m clean and on the pill. Please hurry.”

  King made a little sound of approval, but didn’t comply with my demand. “Are you my slut, Christy?”

  “I am. Please, get inside me,” I begged.

  “Say that you’re my slut, Christy. Tell me.”

  “I’m your slut, King,” I moaned.

  In one smooth thrust, King entered me, filling me up so completely that I climaxed right away.

  My legs were pushed up and placed over his shoulders, as King pinned me to the ground with his cock still inside me.

  “Say it, baby, and I’ll move again.”

  “I’m your slut,” I said.

  King made a sound of dissatisfaction. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

  I wanted more of him, even though I’d just had an orgasm.

  “Please, King. Fuck your slut. Slam your cock into your dirty whore.”

  His control seemed to snap at that, and he finally complied, pounding into me with an animalistic intensity.

  I felt my eyes tear with the force of his thrusts, my entire body rocking backwards as he dominated me completely.

  My climax approached again, but he was relentless, forging ahead as he gave me climax after climax.

  When he finally came, it was with a powerful roar, seating himself completely inside me once more, as I lay spent and used on the floor under him.

  King had been completely rough and aggressive, but I’d loved every second of it.

  I’d never in my life had better sex. The last time I had told a boyfriend that I wanted to be dominated he’d been so uncertain, calling me a bitch one second and then asking, ‘sweetie, are you okay?’ the next. I almost didn’t quite mind at first, until I did.

  But with King … King was brutal, hard, an animal. He had naturally catered to every need I had and some I didn’t know I had. I’d never climaxed as many times either. King could’ve had me do anything, and I would’ve agreed to it
and loved every bit.

  “Well, you’re wilder than you look,” I commented, still slightly out of breath.

  “I pegged you ‘bout right,” he replied, with the quiet cockiness I was beginning to associate with him. King lifted himself off me, our combined juices dripping off my thighs.

  “Don’t worry, every room comes with an emergency kit.”

  I wandered over to a small table in the corner and opened the top drawer. Inside were a couple toys and a bit of rope, but also things to clean up with.

  “Jade went a little crazy a while ago. Said every room needed to be stocked to her needs, or she wouldn’t be happy.”

  “So, does this happen a lot then?”

  “With Jade, yeah. Not all of us, though. Unless there’s someone in particular I can’t resist.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  We cleaned ourselves up quickly, and I redressed, noticing for the first time that King hadn’t even taken off anything.

  “Well, this was fun. Welcome to Diamond Castle,” I said quickly. I was way in over my head, and this was about the time I needed to retreat. Yes, King was sexy as hell, but I had no intention of being distracted by him.

  “Right,” he half laughed. I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was doing. “Let’s get outta here, then. Before Rossi comes looking for us.”

  I nodded in agreement, and we both left the room.

  “Well, I better get back to–”

  I was cut off by King’s lips on mine, just as hard and insistent as before. I automatically moaned and lifted my hands up to his face before I could tell myself otherwise. A moment later he pulled back, leaving me slightly stunned and disorientated, though I tried to cover it up.

  He stalked off back to his post without a word, and I returned to mine, acting as casual and unaffected as I could. Those girls could smell sex a mile off, so I had to play it cool.

  God, King was so–

  Stop thinking about him!

  Right. Eye on the prize. I had life plans that I couldn’t have King distract me from. I’d skimped and saved every penny to open my own club, an elegant, high-class club, where the dancers were treated fairly and could work for themselves. I’d had a lifetime of bad luck already, and I couldn’t risk it this time. Even if the sex was great. Mind-blowing even.

  “Christy, where’ve you been?” Jasmine asked when I reached the girls backstage.

  “Client,” I explained.

  “We were talking about the bouncer again. Felicity said he was a marine before.”

  “Felicity’s talking out her ass. I was there the whole time she talked to him, and he didn’t say a word,” Sienna laughed.

  “What do you think he did, then?”

  “Does it matter,” I interrupted. “Poor guy just wants to be left alone.”

  “So how was the sex?” Jade said suddenly.

  “What?” I blanched.

  “You said you were with a client, and now you’re grumpier than I am without breakfast. What, did he have a small dick?”

  I blinked rapidly at Jade.

  Keep cool, she doesn’t know.

  “I don’t want to kiss and tell …” I said vaguely.

  Jade and Sienna raised an eyebrow in unison, and I slumped my shoulders, pretending to give in. “It was tiny.”

  “Thought so.”

  The girls all patted my arm reassuringly, and I tried to look sullen.

  I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t telling the girls, but I was glad I didn’t. King sure wouldn’t appreciate it, and there were some things better left alone.

  “Come on, last set. We’re all up.”

  We filed onto stage a moment later, and I tried to keep King firmly at the back of my mind.

  I almost laughed to myself. Easier said than done.

  Chapter Four

  King

  I shouldn’t have done it.

  Giving in to Christy’s seduction had basically confirmed to her that she could break me. The sex was still on my terms, though—carnal and dominating like I’d intended. Christy took it like I knew she would, reaching orgasm several times. The way she’d screamed out that she was my slut over and over again was more satisfying than expected. Just thinking about it got me horny.

  But she’d clammed up soon afterwards. Not because of embarrassment or humiliation, but more because she knew, as I did, that any relationship between us was sure to end badly. Christy still wanted me, though. I could tell by the way she moaned into my mouth during our parting kiss.

  Fuck, I wanted to get between her legs again. Or inside her talented mouth. As many partners as I’d ever had, not a single one had responded to me the way that she did, or had been as turned on by a blowjob as I was. Even as she gagged on my cock, her moans told me she was getting wetter in between her thighs. It was the kind of thing that fantasies were made of, but nobody expected them to be true, especially with someone like Christy, who was undoubtedly the entire package.

  I stopped my train of thought then and there. What was I doing? I didn’t need anything complicated in my life now, or ever. My life was too complicated to involve anyone else in it, especially someone like Christy. One look at her and she immediately gave off the vibe that she was carefree on the outside and high maintenance on the inside. I knew, just knew, that nothing would ever be simple with her. Even if Christy was the most carefree woman in the world, she was still a woman. I knew enough from experience that there was no such thing as ‘uncomplicated’ when it came to the opposite sex.

  No, it was better to steer clear of Christy, like I knew she was going to do to me. She’d had the right idea straight after sex, backing away from what she’d done and retreating into safer waters. It seemed to be working for her, so maybe I needed to give it a shot.

  # # #

  A week of working at Diamond Castle had taught me many things, some of which were entirely expected and others that threw me for a complete loop.

  First, drunk men and beautiful women were a bad combination. This was one that didn’t surprise me, though the extent to which it was true was highly alarming. The number of times I’d had to stop a guy from going after any of the girls or just starting a brawl with another guy for no reason was maddening. It was probably made worse by the fact that the type of customer to frequent Diamond Castle was not the kind of customer to take instructions well.

  Secondly, every single girl that worked in the club had a complete lack of sense when it came to anything even remotely dangerous. Before working at the club, I didn’t know a danger radar was something that some girls came built without. It was a bizarre sight to see so many females making flimsy excuses in clearly dangerous situations. Not even ten minutes earlier, one of the girls had admitted that there was a man who’d snuck backstage to hide behind a curtain and watch the girls. She’d gotten rid of him when she’d found him, thankfully, but managed to end up describing the incident as just a man being perhaps a little too ‘eager.’

  Third, and perhaps the most surprising of all, Christy had been impossible to get out of my mind.

  “King, have you seen Christy?” Jasmine asked.

  Wow, even when I tried not to think of her, a stray thought or a mention of her name, and I was back to my fantasies.

  I shook my head without looking at Jasmine. Somehow, she took that as a sign to continue.

  “She’s meant to be on in five minutes, but I can’t find her in any of the back rooms, and, as far as I know, nobody’s booked her.”

  “Rossi?” I asked. Her face cleared of its worry, and she let out a bright smile. Jasmine was one of the only ones I ever bothered to communicate with at work, besides Christy and my boss. It was partly because she had never tried hitting on me and partly because she accepted my one-word answers without hesitation.

  “Good idea. I’ll check with Jarren. Thanks, King.”

  Jasmine walked off, and I was left with Christy on my mind again. What was it about her?

  She was definitely sexy and magnetic, but I ad
mired her, too. She was always motivated and focused, more than the other dancers were, anyway. It was clear that most of the girls used the job as a means to an end, taking advantage of their body and looks. Christy was different. She actually liked the job and liked entertaining others.