It’s my job to know the ins and outs of this building and I take my job as manager seriously. If I didn’t, I’d have lost my position a long time ago. That’s why I’d gone on stage tonight, to fill in for the two I had to fire.
“You have no right to hit me, asshole,” I screech, kicking my legs and smacking his own ass. By doing this, he releases me and I’ve gained my freedom.
However, he only did this to shove me onto the couch and cover me with his body as he presses his lips to mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
Oh God, I know this isn’t a dream, is it?
Chapter Three
Tracker
What the fuck am I doing?
Kissing Amethyst shouldn’t be this good. She mews as I grind into her and grip her hair in my hands. Damn, she tastes fuckin’ amazing.
I need more of her.
Now.
Ripping my mouth from Amethyst’s, I make my way down to her tits and suck one into my mouth. Damn, I could suck on these for days. But right now, I have more pressing matters at hand, like getting my cock deep inside her.
Amethyst moans and arches her back as I rotate between both her tits, sucking and nipping at her nipples.
Moving one hand between the two of us, I grip the thin material covering her pussy and rip it from her body. Cupping her pussy, I find her soaked and ready. Quickly, I unbuckle and unbutton my jeans, drawing the zipper down, and pulling my cock out. I line myself up with her entrance.
“Tracker,” Amethyst moans.
Damnit, I don’t want to hear her voice right now. Lifting my head from her tits, I plunge my tongue into her mouth at the same time I sink as far as I can into her with my cock.
Amethyst screams into my mouth as her nails bite into my back. Fuck, she’s tighter than I’d ever thought possible.
With fast and furious thrusts, I take out my anger toward her on her body, fucking her with little compassion as I seek my own release. After watching her dance on that fuckin’ stage and the show I know she put on just for me on that pole, I could blow at any moment.
Thrusting even harder into her, I continue to kiss her, absorbing her screams as her pussy clamps down on my cock as she comes. Her coming triggers my own release and I rip my mouth from hers and roar out her name.
Long moments later, I pull out of her and sit back on my hunches as I stare down at the gorgeous woman beneath me. Seeing her lips swollen from our kiss makes me want to kiss her some more. Lifting my gaze to meet hers, all thoughts of anything sexual leave me as I take in the tears in her eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask as I lift a hand to wipe the tears away.
Amethyst shakes her head in denial yet the tears seem to keep coming.
Glancing down between us, I realize two things as the blood in my veins freezes. One, which I know for a fact, is I didn’t use a condom. The other, I’m not so sure about.
“Were you a virgin?” I ask through clenched teeth without looking up.
“Y-ye-yes,” Amethyst murmurs as she tries to slide out from beneath me.
At her confirmation, I jump up from between her thighs as if her skin were scorching my own. “Motherfuckin’ hell,” I yell, shoving my cock back into my jeans, not bothering to clean myself off. I’ll do that shit at the clubhouse.
I need to get out of here, clear my damn head of what I’ve just done. Not only did I take her bareback, I took her virginity.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I growl, gripping my hair in my hands as I spin in a circle and land my gaze on the woman I’d just taken like she were any other bitch. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Amethyst doesn’t answer me and instead looks away.
“Why?” I roar. I don’t miss her slight flinch at my voice.
“Because I didn’t,” she murmurs as she stands and winces.
Fuck, I’d hurt her.
“That’s not an answer, Amethyst. Now, tell me the fuckin’ truth for once,” I growl as I stalk toward her. Gripping her arms, I pull her against me.
“I’ve never lied to you,” she states as she furrows her brows.
“Like hell you haven’t. Ever since you came here, you’ve been lying,” I snap.
“What have I lied about? I’ve told you all whenever I’ve seen something that isn’t right. I’ve made sure to inform the club when something happened,” she says defensively.
“You lied on your application about who you are and where you’re from,” I grind out.
“What does that have to do with you or my job? When I applied for my job, the previous manager said there was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy. As long as I kept my nose clean and followed the rules, no one would bother me,” she retorts.
“That might be the case for some but not you, Ice Princess,” I growl.
“Don’t call me that,” she mutters, turning her head to the side. But I don’t miss the tears beginning to form again in her eyes.
“Why not? That’s what you are, isn’t it? I mean, you want to act like a frigid bitch toward me but be as sweet as can be to everyone else. I’m surprised you were even a virgin,” I bark.
“Fuck you, Tracker. Let go of me so I can get dressed. And you can take this as my resignation. I quit,” she screams as she tries to yank herself away from me. Tears are rolling down her cheeks.
“Why are you quitting? Because I called you out? Fucked you?” Yeah, I know I’m a fuckin’ ass, but Amethyst gets under my fuckin’ skin and I can’t stand that shit.
“It doesn’t matter because as soon as I get my clothes, I’m out of here, asshole. So let me the fuck go. You won’t ever have to see me again.” She hiccups as she continues to try to get out of my hold.
“You’ve got one thing right so far, Ice Princess.” Amethyst narrows her gaze and lifts her knee, trying to connect with my balls. “Don’t try that shit again,” I snarl as I release her. “As I was saying, you got one thing right, you’re out of this fuckin’ place. But you’re wrong about the rest. Me never seeing you again won’t be happening because as of right now you belong to me, Victoria. I fuckin’ own you.”
Speaking her real name for the first time, I see her eyes widen in fear. I’m sure I should feel some semblance of regret, but I don’t. Nerd and I had a DNA test done on her when we couldn’t find out anything else about her. Neither of us had expected to find out the woman who got under my skin was the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the States, Mr. Benjamin Caron, the governor of Louisiana.
Chapter Four
Victoria
My heart stops in my chest as Tracker says my real name, a name only Raven has called me in the last two years since she helped me escape the horrible nightmare called my life.
I’m not Victoria anymore. At least, that’s what I tell myself, and hearing him call me by that name is like rubbing salt into a wound. A wound he split wide open. The way he says my name full of hatred all directed toward me. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to him, but he always treats me like I’m incompetent the way my parents always did.