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  “Can I suck your cock?” I breathed out.

  King’s eyes flashed as he unzipped his cock. I remembered how he had never been naked when we’d had sex before, and I was determined to fix that this time, pulling down his jeans and boxers to his ankles, so that he stepped out from them.

  “Shirt too,” I insisted, stripping that off as well and throwing it into the corner with the other clothes.

  We were both naked now, and it turned me on more than I had imagined, as my eyes zeroed in on his angry cock.

  In one long stroke, I licked his entire length from base to tip, relishing in the long sigh that King let out. With my hands wrapped lightly at the base, I covered the tip with my mouth, suckling gently around it. I used my saliva to lubricate my hands, as I slid them up and down.

  “King?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Will you fuck my face?”

  King didn’t reply, but slipped his hands around my head, threading his fingers through my hair. With a forceful shove, he slipped his cock between my parted lips and fed it deeper into my mouth. I swallowed around him to keep from gagging and took him further.

  Then he began thrusting, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. I’d curled my lips around my teeth, so that he slid easily between my lips as he started hammering into me. My lips burned, and I couldn’t help the gagging noises emanating from my throat, but I was loving it.

  “That’s it, take my cock, you slut.”

  I was gripping his ass cheeks, gliding my nails down them as he kept plowing into me.

  He pulled back from me, suddenly, and I staggered on my knees.

  “On your back,” he said harshly.

  I lay down flat and waited, while he knelt with a knee on either side of me.

  “Are you going to fuck me?”

  “Maybe,” he said coldly. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Touch yourself.”

  I did as he said, bringing a finger to my clit and moving it in slow circles around the swollen nub.

  King began stroking his cock on top of me, eyes locked with mine.

  I began pushing two fingers in and out of me, and a loud, squelching noise filling the room and overshadowing my panting.

  “Don’t you dare come until I say so,” King said harshly.

  My movements slowed down a little, in an attempt to hold off my orgasm, but I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wanted King inside me. I wanted him to pound into my pussy, so that I couldn’t walk the next day.

  “King, I need you to fuck me.”

  He was still stroking himself, rubbing his thumb over the head as he watched me.

  “Will you beg for it?” he asked.

  “Please, King, please fuck me.”

  “And how should I fuck you? Do you want me to go slow? Will you like that?”

  “No! Please, King, fuck me hard. Fuck me like the slut I am. Please!”

  “That’s better,” he said, pulling my hands out of the way and embedding his cock deep inside me in one hard stroke.

  “Please,” I begged again.

  Like a switch that had been flicked, King started pounding into me so hard that it was beginning to hurt, and that made it even better.

  “Harder,” I pleaded.

  I’d thought it was impossible, but King went harder still, leaving a burning sensation with his movements as he stretched me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

  “I’m coming,” I yelled.

  “Don’t you dare, bitch.”

  He slipped out of me completely, and I screamed at the loss.

  King moved forward until his angry cock was right over my face, and he pumped it directly over me. With only two strokes, he exploded, ropes of his cum spurting out over my face and neck, coating me in his pleasure.

  The sight of him coming onto my face set me off into my own orgasm, as I forcefully trembled under him. He kept stroking until the last drops of his cum had been wrung from him, but he wasn’t done. Bending over, his hands rubbed over my face, massaging his cum into my skin.

  I grabbed one of his hands in mine and brought it to my mouth, sucking his fingers clean and licking my lips at the taste of him.

  “Good girl,” he cooed.

  The music was still pumping from the party outside, thankfully, covering any sounds that we made during sex.

  “Do you think it’s rude if we kick everyone out?” I asked, only half joking.

  “Definitely not. Or we could just leave and make Sienna do it.”

  “I like the way you think.”

  We slowly stood up and made our way to the adjoining bathroom to clean ourselves up.

  “Are you going to demand we never have sex again?” King teased.

  “I think we’re beyond that now, don’t you?”

  We left the office together, returning to the party, where it seemed not a single person noticed our absence. It didn’t take long to find Jade and Sienna.

  “Girls, I’m leaving. Will you take care of everything?”

  “Of course. How was the sex?” Jade said casually, inspecting her nails like she didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Fuck. How’d you know?” I groaned.

  “Your skirt’s on backward. Bye slut.”

  I almost blushed at her words and looked up to see King also holding back a smile.

  King and I left the warehouse, a newfound peace in the nature of our relationship. So what if we had mind-blowing sex every so often? That didn’t mean we had to act any differently with each other. Besides, both of us knew it would never lead anywhere, so there wouldn’t be any harm done. We were just having a bit of fun, and that was something I wasn’t willing to give up.

  Chapter Eight

  King

  Christy dropped me off at Diamond Castle to get to my car. In a dramatic turn of events, we hadn’t had an awkward moment, even after the sex. I’d expected her to immediately pull away and tell me what a mistake it was, but she hadn’t, and I felt an odd sort of happiness at that.

  The sex was fucking great, as expected. I didn’t know what it was about Christy begging me to dominate her, but it set me off like nothing else. It had been a long while since I’d found someone who could meet and keep up with my sexual appetite, but Christy was just as eager as I was.

  I didn’t know if it was because of her beauty, or the great sex, or maybe even the entertaining conversation every once in a while, but I found myself comparing Christy with every other girl I had ever known, and somehow, she was coming out on top every time. There just wasn’t a reasonable explanation for it.

  I’d thought about it long and hard and decided that I needed to find a cure at some point; I couldn’t go my whole life only fantasizing about one woman. Assuming she didn’t back away like she did before, I didn’t see what could go wrong with keeping up our sexual relationship. It made perfect sense to me; we would keep having sex as often as we did, and soon enough, I would get past this crazy phase of mine and begin to move on. We were both adults and not looking for anything. We didn’t have to make things complicated, especially since we both knew we weren’t the one for the other.

  Satisfied with the realization, I continued on to the parking lot of the club, jangling my keys in my hand, content enough that I could have started whistling. It didn’t occur to me that something wasn’t right until I’d reached my car and was about to unlock the door. It was like a sixth sense had been activated within me, and I immediately became more aware of my surroundings.

  I was so used to the bright lights of the club being on whenever I was here that I hadn’t noticed that they shouldn’t be on now. A sudden crash sounded out within the club, and I was immediately on guard. The odds of it being anything other than what I was expecting were very low. I wished I had some sort of weapon—a gun, a bat or even a stick, just so I had something to protect myself with. With slow and cautious steps, I approached the door of the club, peering through, but unab
le to see anything.

  I didn’t know why I’d expected to be able to peer in from the outside, but I bit down my disappointment and opened the door a crack. I heard another crashing sound from within and, through the slight gap in the door, spotted a figure moving about.

  Who would be here now?

  Maybe it was just Rossi. That seemed like it was the easiest answer, and it would mean that I was just overreacting about the whole thing. I knew he was often in the club at strange hours, and it wasn’t that unlikely that he would be here now. After all, what kind of person would break into an empty strip club?

  I slid inside the door, closing it softly behind me. If there was someone here, then I’d have to stop them. I’d broken into enough places with my crew back in the day that I felt an odd disappointment in other people who do the same.

  Sticking my head around the corner, I pulled back instantly when I saw a masked man in head-to-toe black. He wasn’t looking in my direction, but I’d confirmed that there was indeed a robber in the club.

  The thought of calling the police didn’t even cross my mind. After silently counting to three, I jumped out, and shouted, “Stop!”

  The man froze, instinctually lifting his palms up to me in a placating gesture.

  “Don’t move, and I won’t call the cops.”

  The masked head nodded once.

  “Good, now take off your mask.”

  I was shocked that the man was actually about to comply when the sound of a single muffled footstep alerted me to the presence of another man, just before his fist came crashing into my side.

  I’d taken enough hits in my life to not buckle under the force, but God was that a good hit.

  Twisting away from the next punch, I threw one of my own that he dodged effectively. Another masked man appeared beside him, and it was now three on one. It wasn’t that I doubted my abilities in any way, but I knew I was in trouble when the hits started coming from all sides.

  I threw a leg out, spinning around and going for some knees, while my hands went for their heads. I cursed as my hits missed all of them. They were really good fighters; it was almost like they were able to read my mind.

  What were fighters as good as they were doing robbing this place? I sincerely doubted there was a large sum of money kept on the premises, so what else would they be here for?

  One of the men threw a sliced uppercut and kick, followed by a side jab, and I was so surprised by the familiar combo that the last jab got me in the side and knocked me to my knees.

  I could have recognized that fighting style anywhere. After all, I was the one who invented that move. But, surely, it was just a coincidence.

  Attempting to get back up, I was knocked down again by a kick to the back of the knees, and then a blow to the head, before everything went black.

  Chapter Nine

  Christy

  I had just dropped King off at the club and was barely half way home, when I realized that he had left his phone on the passenger seat of my car. Part of me had an internal battle for a brief second to look through it, but then immediately decided that there would be nothing interesting on there anyway.

  I debated driving home and waiting until the next day to give King back his phone, but I also considered turning back to the club and seeing if he was still there. It was a complete long shot, and I knew it was more than likely going to be a waste of time, but I was too pumped to sleep anyway.

  When I arrived at the club a few minutes later and noticed King’s car was still in the lot, I let out a little sigh of relief and laughed at my good luck. Pulling up beside his car, I looked curiously inside, but I could tell King wasn’t going to be in there.

  Where was he?

  I’d dropped him off a while ago, so I knew that he should’ve been long gone, but I also knew that there was no way he would have left his car behind and gone home without it. It was early in the morning, at this point—early enough for the sun to be coming up in a short while. Though I was used to late nights when I was working at the club, I still found it strange to be there at that time of night, or day, depending on how you looked at it.

  The idea of going home was so incredibly tempting that I almost turned away and drove straight back out of the parking lot. But a small, niggling feeling at the back of my mind kept me from doing so. I didn’t know what exactly it was, but something wasn’t completely right about the situation.

  I got out of my car and started walking around the lot. Maybe he was around somewhere. The thought seemed ridiculous, but I couldn’t leave without making sure. The lights were off in the club—something I wasn’t used to when I was normally there— so, I couldn’t even see properly in the darkness.

  After wondering around a little, I decided to check out the club for good measure, going to the front door and seeing if it was open.

  To my surprise, it swung open easily, and I stepped inside the dark club.

  “King?” I yelled. “Are you here?”

  It suddenly occurred to me that this could be something out of a horror film; a young and naïve girl enters a dark building alone, calling out, and drawing the killer to her. I barely even watched horror films, and I could already predict the ending of that movie.

  I gulped loudly as my fear escalated, and I shuffled over to the nearest light switch, flipping it and lighting up the entire place with bright light. Blinking a few times against the onslaught of brightness, I was blinded for a few moments until I regained my vision. When I did, I let out a tiny scream of shock and sprinted forward.

  King was lying motionless before me, bloodied and beaten, barely conscious but still alive, thankfully.

  “King?” I shook his shoulder gently, to wake him, but he wasn’t responding.

  “King!” I shouted, giving him a light slap on the face. It was probably a really bad idea to slap him when he was so injured, but I needed to wake him up, so he could tell me what happened. It didn’t even cross my mind that whoever had hurt him might still be in the building.

  After a few minutes of not-so-gentle prodding and poking, King’s eyes flickered open, and he blinked several times as he awoke.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but winced suddenly and lifted a hand up to his head instead. There was a trail of blood coming down from his temple, and I had no doubt that he was suffering from a killer headache. At least he was alive, though.

  “King, what happened?” I asked, lifting my hand to gently wipe at the blood on his forehead.

  “The lights were on,” he bit out with another wince. “I went to check it out, and there were three robbers here.”

  “Robbers? Here? But, why?” I frowned at the thought. What kind of robbers would come try and burgle a strip club?

  “I didn’t ask,” he muttered sarcastically.

  King slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position and tried to regulate his rapid breathing.

  “You’re hurt. I need to call the police.”

  “No!” King said immediately, then lifted a hand up to his head again. “No,” he said in a calmer tone. “You can’t do that.”

  “Why not?” I asked incredulously.

  “Because. They didn’t take anything.”

  “They hurt you,” I insisted.

  “It doesn’t matter. Would you just… please don’t call anyone.”

  I paused for a moment, lowering my brows in anger and frustration at King’s stubbornness. Maybe it was just a guy thing, or maybe he just hated cops, but I could already tell that I was going to regret giving in.

  “Fine. But you have to come to my dressing room, so I can clean you up.” That was a reasonable compromise.

  “That I can do,” King agreed.

  I stood up and held both hands down to hoist him up. To my surprise, he accepted my offer of assistance, placing his hands in mine and letting me help him up. He was too macho to put his full weight in my hands, even as injured as he was, but I still appreciated the gesture.

  We hobbled to my dressing room to
gether, which was thankfully very close by, because I wasn’t sure for how long King could pretend to be able to support his own weight. As soon as we entered, he collapsed into my chair, and I reached into the closet for the first aid kit that was lying in there. If I was being honest with myself, I’d never actually used the kit before in my life, nor did I even know what was inside. I basically assumed that it would have everything I needed, and I could just go for it. How hard could it possibly be?