chapter 4

I blushed, deep crimson blooming over my cheeks. He had a mouth on

him... a mouth I hoped he knew how to use. I was already getting wet, the

seedy club where no one recognized me only making me hornier. The

dirtier, the better.

“You don’t think I’m a good girl?” I asked daringly, stepping closer. A scent

of leather and whiskey enveloped me. Coupled with his musk, it was a

heady, lusty fragrance. One I wanted to taste. He was dark, dangerous. Rich,

by the looks of that leather jacket and the Italian shoes he was wearing.

I looked right into those gray eyes, so light they almost looked wrong in

that handsome, chiseled face. His skin was smooth and devoid of wrinkles,

but his eyes spoke about his age.

“What makes you think I don’t donate millions to charity, and spend my

spare time playing with stray puppies?”

“I can smell the money on you from a mile away,” he smirked at me, giving

me a look that made me feel dirty, even though I’d taken a milk bath before

coming to the club.

My smile faltered, only for a split second. Long enough for him to see,

though.

“And you’re a bad actress. I don’t buy the rich bitch act for a second.”

His gaze was hard, patronizing. I hated it, but not as much as I loved it. I

wanted him to humiliate me. I yearned for more dirty words coming from

his mouth, calling me names, forcing me to my knees.

“Do you even know who I am?” I asked, my voice shakier than I would’ve

liked it to be. The words were on the tip of my tongue. Lily Kingsley. My

mom owns this town, you motherfucker. “I’m-”

“Do I look like a give a fuck who you are?” he interrupted. I looked around,

feeling a bit unsure of myself. He was mean. A real prick.

He smirked at me. Then he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear in a

way that made me shiver. His thick fingers pushed my long blonde hair

aside, the silky strands falling down my back. I gasped as he grabbed my

chin, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my sensitive skin.

“Still, I think your mouth can take a big cock,” he said, tugging on my hair

ever so slightly. Just enough to make me gasp out loud. “I want to see you

gagging on my dick. How about it, Barbie doll?”

He moved away again, giving me an expectant look. I was left gaping at

him, unsure of whether I’d just imagined the whole thing.

“You... what?” I babbled, but he didn’t grace me with another look. Instead,

he emptied his glass and set it down on the bar with a thud. The music was

loud, but I was too lost in our encounter to notice the drop of the bass.

He got up from the barstool, and I watched, mesmerized, as he threw a

hundred-dollar bill on the counter. Approaching me again, he took hold of

my hair and pulled my head back, hard.

My whole body flushed, deep red stains on my neck and my chest. His

beautiful eyes evaluated me like I was a piece of meat, ready for his hungry

mouth to devour.

I wanted him to bite me.

“This way, babygirl,” the stranger ordered, pulling on my hair until I

followed him obediently. I didn’t dare look for my friends; instead

following mystery man toward the door marked ‘exit’.

I stumbled in my heels once we reached the alley, the smell of sweat from

the club being replaced by fresh, cold air. It was followed by the sensation

of his warm hand on my arm, gripping me hard. I looked up into those light

eyes, and I felt scared.

I also felt a rush of excitement, so intense it made my skin prickle.

“Bend over,” he growled, barely parting his lips to get the words out. The

back door of the club shut behind us with a loud clang and I swallowed the

lump in my throat.

His other hand went up to my throat, gripping it lightly between his fingers.

“You heard me, rich girl. Bend over... right the fuck now.”

I did as I was told, my hands braced against the wall as he moved behind

me. His hands found my ass and I gasped as he pushed my dress up.

This wasn’t a good time to tell him I’d never done this. Never had a man

inside me, not even someone’s fingers. I would keep it to myself, I decided.

“That’s a good girl,” he said through gritted teeth, his palm cupping my ass

and slapping it lightly. “Fuck, so tight.”

I was more turned on than ever. It was so wrong, so dirty. My mom would

kill me if she knew what I was doing. But it felt so good to feel the

stranger’s hands on me. It felt good to hear the dirty words rolling off his

tongue.

He pushed my thong aside and I gasped out loud. He was so fast, so full of

intent. He didn’t give me a second to consider what was happening. He

stroked his thumb up my pussy lips and I let out a moan. I loved it, and it

gave me a rush that almost knocked me over.

His fingers held my ass firmly, and he spread me wide open. I heard him

growl deep in his throat, and I knew I was dripping wet. I could feel his

hungry eyes on my snatch, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your cunt,” he growled, and I moaned aloud,

but no words would make it from my lips. I could feel him growing

impatient, his grip tightening on my ass. Finally, he grabbed my shoulders

and pulled me closer, making me face him. His handsome face was twisted

in an expression of rage.

“I said, tell me,” he said, and I cowered under his touch.

“I... I can’t,” I said softly, embarrassed of my own weakness.

His grip tightened once more. “Say it,” he demanded.

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