I smile before I say, “You owed the club. You didn’t pay. I think I warned you a few times that you wouldn’t like what I did if you didn’t pay. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Black, you own a goddamn casino!” I wave my gun through the air around the room paying close attention to his overly priced shit.
“You’ll pay for this.”
I pull my silencer out of my back pocket and screw it on while he watches. He doesn’t dare move and he knows it. His hands automatically go up, silently begging me not to kill him.
“As much as I’d love to do to you what I did to her, I don’t have time. I have bigger things to handle. You won’t get the chance to make me pay.” I aim and fire. That’s it. That’s all it took.
His body falls to the ground. I gaze over the desk and look at where he lays on the floor. I just shrug. Shooting isn’t my favorite way to kill, but in times like this, it’s helpful.
I put the gun back in my waistband before heading into the hallway. I spot the blonde, giving her a wink.
“You’re ridin’ with me today.” I snap my fingers, loving how she jumps up. She knows me. She’s always wanted me. Every time I’ve come in here her eyes track my every move, and today I will let her have what she wants.
She steps up next to me as I throw my arm around her shoulder.
“All this time and you’ve never told me your name,” I tell her with a grin. She smiles up at me, opening that beautiful mouth of hers. “Cheryl.” Not what I want to call her but I guess she wasn’t mine to name. Some women just have the ugliest names.
“We’re gonna go to my place, sweetheart. I’m gonna do all kinds of things to this little body of yours.” Her body shudders at my words. She might like the sound of it now, but I can promise you that once we get there, she will change her tune.
I usher her into the truck before climbing in with her. I take off through town, my dick straining in my jeans. All I want is to watch that beautiful red blood flow from her skin.
“What do you do for Black?” she asks when the silence becomes too much for her. I like the silence. That’s when I get inside my own head. That’s when plans formulate, but in order to not scare her away, I have to play the role that was handed to me.
“Nothin’ anymore. We had an arrangement that he didn’t make good on. He sort of lost his head.” I grin inwardly at that one. First time I’ve ever cracked a fucking joke. Except it wasn’t his head, it was his wife’s.
“He can be intense.” That catches my interest.
“How’s that?” She fiddles with her hands in her lap but when she turns toward me, I can see it. He did something to her.
“He had this fetish.”
Oh, here we go! I knew Black wasn’t as straight forward as he claimed to be.
“What kind of fetish? Like tyin’ you up?” I ask, trying to appear like I give a shit about what he did to her. In reality, what he did to her is going to be nothing compared to what I’m about to do.
Her cheeks redden giving me the answer I wanted.
“I like to do that too. That a problem?” Her eyes widen before she looks up at me and shakes her head. Women. They think just because one man ties them up and fucks them, that’s what will happen with another man. Why are they so secure in that fact? Have they never met a bastard in their lives?
“I’ll make it fun.” I grin. She bites her lip clearly excited now. Little does she know I won’t be making it fun for her.
I pull into the driveway like a madman. Turning the truck off, I hop out and walk around to open her door like the fucking gentleman I am. Hey, I do have some standards.
“How long have you worked for Black?” I ask her to get her into her comfort zone. The last thing on my mind is chasing her ass around the house. Even though that could be fun, it’s not the kind of mood I’m in.
“Six years. His wife is a good friend of mine. Well, she was. I don’t know how to look at her anymore since I slept with him,” she replies looking ashamed. I try to keep the smile off my face considering that I left her head on the desk at the casino. She doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.
“Things happen,” I say as we step inside the back door. Before I can click the lock, her mouth is on me. Who fucking knew she’d be that horny already?
I take it though. I kiss her back, my hands roaming her body. I pull her silk blouse over her head before returning my lips to hers.
Her tongue snakes into my mouth so fucking deliciously. I grind against her letting her feel what she’s doing to me. I’m hard as a fucking rock and all I want is to be inside of her but not before I enjoy every last piece of her flesh.
“Let’s go to my room,” I whisper against her lips, “I want to taste you.”
She moans against me and when I lift her in my arms, she fucking groans louder. She’s horny as hell.
I head toward the basement door licking and sucking on her neck. Her body grinds against mine, trying to get as close to me as she can.
I take the stairs quickly before moving toward the bed. I toss her on it roughly, nodding toward her skirt, “Get it all off,” I growl as I strip out of my own clothes.
I pull my jeans down my legs while I watch her shimmy the skirt down hers. She’s fucking beautiful. Her perfectly flawless skin glows in the light. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She lays on the bed while I look over her body.
“Touch yourself.” She locks eyes with me as her hand slowly moves between her legs. She rubs herself while I stroke my dick, thoughts of cutting her, watching her bleed fill my mind. She’s so fucking perfect but without that crimson smeared over her, she’s lacking.
I stalk toward her, she’s completely unaware of everything that surrounds her and what’s about to happen. She hasn’t looked around the room at all, her eyes have stayed on me. Why do women do that? Why do they focus on the man when they need to be concerned about the whole package?
Nevertheless, I take advantage of that. It makes the game that much easier for me.
I stalk toward her before climbing onto the bed. “Spread ‘em,” Cheryl does as she’s told, spreading her legs wide for me. I drop down and slide my tongue over her wetness. She reaches down gripping my hair in hands. That’s right enjoy touching me while you can.
I dive into her pussy like a starving man and I suppose in way I am. It’s been far too long since I’ve been buried between a pair of sexy thighs.
I eat her until she screams. “Drake! Oh God, it’s too much!” she cries. Yeah, I’m that good.
I don’t stop. “Come baby. Come on, fuckin’ come all over me,” I growl against her. As much as I want the release, I want her to bleed.
My body is craving it in ways that it shouldn’t.
Cheryl comes after a few more thrusts of my tongue. I pull away with the scent of her on my face, on my tongue. I stand from the bed while she breathes heavily, grabbing my knife out of the drawer next to the bed, I pull the chains up the headboard.
“You ready to have some real fun?” I ask her. My mind screams for this. My body tenses, focusing on my next move.
Climbing on the bed, I grab her wrists and secure them with the chains. She tugs at them before her eyes go wide.