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  Yep, I spent way too much time watching her.

  “Christy! There you are. You’re on in two!” Jasmine was dragging Christy behind her by the wrist, while Christy struggled to keep up with the other girl’s long legs. It was almost comical the way she staggered behind her.

  A moment later, the club music changed into something a little jazzier, as Christy appeared on stage with no dancers to accompany her today.

  She was electric, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed the difference from her usual routines.

  “She’s on fire tonight, isn’t she?” Rossi said from beside me, ogling her with lustful eyes.

  I had a sudden urge to bring my fist into his face.

  “Too bad the bitch doesn’t know her place the rest of the time, right?”

  Luckily for my job, he left before I had the chance to do or say anything that would get me in trouble.

  When Christy finally finished her set, she came down to work the floor, like she usually did. I caught her arm as she walked by and pulled her over into my corner. It had been days since we’d spoken, and I knew she was slightly wary and confused.

  “What were you doing with Rossi earlier?”

  “What, why?” she asked.

  “Was he giving you a hard time?”

  “No, Jesus. It’s just Rossi. He’s harmless.”

  I shook my head at her. How could she be blind to the looks of contempt he gave her?

  “Maybe a little sleazy, but still harmless,” she continued.

  So, she noticed him eyeing her up like a piece of meat, but not the hateful glances? Christy was going to kill me.

  “I think you should stay away from him.”

  “And why would I do that?” she said indignantly.

  “Because I said so. I don’t want you near him.”

  “He’s my boss. How do you suppose I manage that?”

  I almost growled at her. “I don’t know. Find a way.”

  “All right, big boy,” she patted me mockingly on my bicep. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

  And then she walked away, not a care in the world, ass swaying like it always did.

  Chapter Five

  Christy

  “Yo, Christy!” Jade shouted from right beside me.

  “I’m right here, Jade. What do you want?”

  “Girl, that boy is staring at you again. Why is he always staring at you?”

  Only Jade would call a fully-grown, hulk of a man like King, a ‘boy.’

  “Jade, it’s two in the morning. I want to go home. I don’t have time for your hallucinations.”

  “We all want to go home, bitch. You can wait five minutes, like the rest of us. Now turn around, look at the bouncer, and tell me again how I’m crazy.”

  I whipped my head around to King in a flash, just to prove my point to Jade, and found his eyes burning straight into mine. My breath hitched audibly, and Jade let out a cackle.

  “I told you so. Listen to your girl, Jade. She always knows what’s up.”

  “Thanks, Jade, I’ll remember that,” I said sarcastically.

  Damn it. What was King looking at me like that for? Just because he gave me some ridiculous advice that I ignored, didn’t mean he could look at me like that.

  “So, why’s he fucking you with his eyes?” Jade voiced my thoughts exactly, but I still managed to place a look of shocked outrage on my face.

  “Jade!” I whispered. “Would you keep your voice down! I don’t want anyone getting the wrong–”

  “Who’s fucking King?” Sienna questioned, appearing from thin air.

  “Idea,” I finished glumly. “See what you’ve done?” I glared at Jade.

  “Christy’s fucking the bouncer,” Jade said, with no remorse at all.

  “Stop that. I’m not fucking him.”

  “I dunno,” Jasmine suddenly joined us. “If anything, he’s fucking her.”

  “Jasmine! You're meant to be the reasonable one,” I grumbled.

  Topsy arrived as well, and the four girls huddled around me, their peering eyes almost enough to make me break.

  “Are you lying to us, Christy?” Topsy asked, her lower lip trembling and her eyes as wide as the sun.

  “Jesus,” I said in exasperation. “Fine, yes, but it was only once!”

  “I knew it!” Jade screamed, drawing the attention of several people around us.

  “How was it?”

  “Is he big?”

  “What position?”

  “Are you doing it again?”

  I felt like a deer in the headlights as they bombarded me with all their questions.

  “I’m not answering any of your questions,” I said firmly.

  “Well, you’re no fun,” Jade said glumly.

  “Oh, leave her alone,” Jasmine chastised. “She’s probably struggling to walk after the night she had.”

  The girls all laughed, and I felt like smacking them.

  “It was a week ago, you bitch,” I grumbled.

  They gasped in unison. “And you’re only telling us now?”

  “Sorry, girls,” I said unapologetically. I was beginning to back away from the huddle, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

  “Hold up, girl, you aren’t going anywhere.”

  I held Jade’s gaze and then flicked my eyes over to the others.

  It was now or never, I supposed.

  Without giving it a second thought, I bolted from the group, ignoring their calls behind me and sprinting out the nearest door, right into the alley behind Diamond Castle.

  The cool night air hit me hard, and I shivered violently. Maybe I should have changed out of my lingerie before I left the building. The door swung open behind me, and I whirled around, ready to shout at whichever one of the girls had decided to follow me.

  To my surprise, it was King who had come out behind me.

  “What do you want, King? Is this about Rossi again?”

  “Maybe. It’s not really a good idea to run out into a back alley at two in the morning, all alone and practically naked. Maybe I just wanted to play knight.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You’ve been staring daggers into me all night. The girls are starting to notice.”

  King began stalking toward me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Did you want to keep me as your dirty little secret?”

  I scoffed. He wouldn’t turn this around on me. Not if I could help it.

  “Hardly. We both know it’s better if there’s nobody around to hassle us. That’s why you barely ever open your mouth to the others.”

  “I open my mouth to you.”

  “I’m aware. Maybe you shouldn’t.”

  “Why? Scared I’ll seduce you again?”

  “You?” I said indignantly. “You seduced me? Please!”

  If anyone seduced anyone, it was me. King had been his usual stoic self, trying not to fall for my charms. I had known he couldn’t resist though, and I had been right. He’d fucked me like an animal, completely caveman style.

  “It’s true. You were begging for it by the end.” He was right in front of me now, forcing me to look up to meet his gaze.

  I clenched my eyes shut in anger and to avoid doing something stupid, like hitting him or kissing him.

  “You couldn’t resist me if you tried,” he leaned in and whispered it into my ear, biting my ear lobe with the last word and exhaling hot breath onto my neck.

  “That’s not how it happened.” I was trying to keep from panting, but it was taking all my efforts.

  “You want me, admit it.”

  The tip of his tongue stroked the side of my neck in one luscious motion, leaving behind a wet trail that felt colder in the night air.

  I couldn’t help it. It seemed as if I had no control over my limbs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing his head back and his lips to meet mine.

  King responded immediately, our kiss manifesting into a clash of teeth, tongues, and passion as we battled for dominance. I wanted
him to take me; there was no doubt about it. I knew he could make me reach orgasm after orgasm, and we would have mind-blowing sex. That didn’t mean I would make it easy on him.

  His hands were clawing all over my body and pushing me closer to him, even though we were pressed against each other.

  My bra was suddenly unclasped, and strong, callused hands cupped my breasts, kneading and teasing them. When he pinched my nipples, I let out a groan full of desire and impatience.

  “Look at you, baby. Tits out for the world to see.”

  King kept rubbing my breasts and grinding into me, the combined pleasure driving me insane.

  “What would you do if anyone walked by? What would they think? Look at that slut, letting that man do those things to her.”

  He let go of me suddenly, causing me to fall forward into him. He wrapped his arms around me, one at the back of my head and one on my waist, and brought his lips to mine again.

  One of his hands slipped to my ass, tracing the minute piece of string on my thong, wedged between my ass cheeks. With little effort, he’d ripped the thong down my legs and tossed it behind him.

  “Ever had a cock in your ass, baby?”

  I shook my head, not trusting myself to open my mouth and scream instead of respond.

  “We’ll save that for later, then.”

  King kept grinding his denim-clad cock up against me, heating me up and making me rock harder into him. The friction was unbearable.

  I needed him inside me.

  My hands found their way to his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper to free his massive cock. I’d forgotten how big it was and momentarily paused.

  King noticed instantly.

  “Don’t worry, baby, it’s been inside you before.”

  He placed one of my hands on his cock, with his hand directly on top so that we stroked his length in unison.

  “Do you want it inside your pussy or in your mouth?”

  I clenched my legs together at the thought, not knowing which one I’d prefer.

  “Pussy it is,” King decided for me.

  Pushing me up against the alley wall, King spun me around, so that my back was to him.

  “Hands on the wall.”

  I leaned forward deeply, placing my hands on the wall and spreading my legs.

  “I can see your pussy. It’s all wet and shiny for me. I’ll slide right in.”

  King was rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my juices and giving it the occasional stroke for good measure.

  “King,” I groaned in frustration.

  “Did you want something, baby?” he asked innocently.

  “Stop stalling, you ass!”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” He thrust into me completely, imbedding himself to the hilt and pausing.

  ‘Move!” I shouted.

  “If you insist.”

  He began thrusting inside me, but to my absolute displeasure, his thrusts were slow and luxurious, as if we had all the time in the world.

  Well, two could play that game.

  I clenched my inner muscles as hard as I could around him and physically felt him jerk inside me.

  “What are you up to, baby? You think you can tease me?”

  His hands gripped my hips and held me in place, but I thrust back against him as hard as I could, trying to reach the peak of my orgasm. I clenched around him again, and this time he grunted in disapproval.

  “Do you want me to punish you?” King pulled out of me completely, leaving me cold and longing. The next thing I knew, his palm came down hard on my ass, a stinging sensation that spread through me. I was surprised to find that I actually liked it.

  He spanked me four more times, and each time, I arched my back further, showing without a doubt how much I enjoyed it.

  “Your ass is so cute when it’s pink from my hands. Are you ready to behave now?”

  “Yes, I’ll be good. Please, King.”

  “All right, baby.”

  King slipped the head of his cock inside me, which I responded to with a whimper. He didn’t thrust in hard like before, but fed his length through inch by inch as I struggled not to thrust back on him.

  “Good girl,” he purred into my ear.

  With that, he started hammering into me, pulling my hair so that my head tipped back and his teeth had access to my neck. He sank his teeth into my skin, and I cried out at the assault on my senses.

  “Come for me. Now!”

  And I did. I exploded around him, with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I was grateful he was holding onto me, because I, no doubt, would have collapsed on the floor in a heap otherwise. King came soon after, his cum filling me up to the brim, as every last drop was wrung from his body.

  “Fuck,” I said, now that my senses had returned to me. “Get off me.”

  King removed himself from inside me and pulled up his jeans, which had been lowered to his thighs. Not for the first time, I realized that I was naked and he was still fully clothed.

  “This can’t happen again.”

  “Why not?” King frowned. “We both enjoyed it.”

  “I need to play nice with Rossi. I’m putting the security deposit down for a new club space, and I’m already in over my head with him. If he has anything on me at all, I know he’ll turn it around so I won’t get the space. I can’t let that happen.”

  “So, you’re just going to pretend I didn’t fuck you in an alley?”

  “No,” I gritted my teeth together. “I’m just telling you it won’t happen again.”

  “We’ll see,” he smirked and turned back to the door to the club, closing it behind him with a thud.

  Great, I thought. I was naked, alone, and still had cum dripping down my legs.

  I waited a few moments until I opened the door and peered through, checking that the coast was clear before I made a mad dash to the nearest room. I thanked Jade silently for her emergency kit, yet again, as I cleaned myself up and threw on a change of clothes.

  Why had I given into King again? I should’ve stayed well away from him, like I’d planned, and should’ve done in the first place. For years now, I’d been planning to open my own club, and all of the work I’d put in could have gone down the drain in moments. King was right, in a way, when he’d said to stay away from Rossi. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that Rossi was trouble. I also knew that opening my own club was the only thing that had kept me going for a long time. I wasn’t about to throw in the towel now.

  Leaving the safe haven of the room, I made my way outside, hoping that most people had left the club by now. My girls had all left, by the looks of it, but the bar tender was hanging around, along with a couple of other girls, and King, himself. I couldn’t stop myself from eyeing him up and down as he spoke to one of the other dancers.

  Felicity was small, blonde, and a complete slut. She was batting her eyelashes up at him, flirting like there was no tomorrow.

  “Ha! Nice try,” I muttered under my breath, knowing King barely spoke to anyone and would surely just brush her off.

  To my surprise, and immense displeasure, he smiled broadly at her, and they shared a quiet laugh. I felt my insides melt at the sound, a low deep rumble that he’d never granted me before.

  What the fuck.

  Was I jealous? Of Felicity?

  There was no way. King could flirt with whoever he wanted, I didn’t care.

  I stalked off in a huff before anyone could notice, though I could’ve sworn that King’s eyes flickered over to me once.

  This was perfect. I knew it was a bad idea to start anything up with King. All it would lead to was a distraction and strange bouts of unexplainable jealousy.

  He was an enigma; that much was for certain. I didn’t even know why he was a bouncer and working at a shitty club like Diamond Castle. Most people here were trying to get out of their lives and situations, but I had no idea what he was after.

  Clubs like ours attracted strange sorts of people. I wa
sn’t scared to admit that I was fucked up when I started working there. My sister had just committed suicide, and I decided to ditch the straight and narrow and earn a living my own way. If the honest life wasn’t enough to save my sister, then what was the point in staying in a lie I hated?