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  “Thanks for the drinks, ladies,” I said. “You all have yourselves a good night.”

  A few drinks loosened me up enough to forget about why I was here in the first place. Now I was just enjoying the atmosphere.

  Hades just opened recently and it certainly looked like it. Half of the place looked like it was still under construction while the other half looked like it was from another time. There wasn’t much lighting and the music wasn’t clear from the speakers but that didn’t stop anybody from enjoying the conversation and company of one another.

  I headed back to the bar as the crowd started to increase. I leaned up against the counter and tapped my fingers with my chin in my hand, just waiting for the bartender to get to me.

  My mind wandered for a few seconds before I felt the guy leaning up against the bar right next to me. With how tall he was, you figured I would’ve noticed him more immediately. The more I looked at him, the more I realized just how different he looked from everybody else.

  I shifted my eyes up and down and examined him. His arms were bulging with muscles. Veins and striations were joined by black, tribal ink that highlighted just how big he was.

  He wasn’t dressed much different from the rest of the crowd. A pair of blue jeans and some riding boots. He might’ve had a bike but he didn’t look like a club member because he just wore a plain t-shirt instead of the vest I was used to seeing.

  His mouth was closed and his eyes were focused on the half-empty glass in front of him.

  Even though I couldn’t get a clear look at his face, there was something about him. Something that made him seem different from everybody else.

  “Hey.”

  I greeted him but my words fell on deaf ears. Maybe the music was too loud.

  “Hey!”

  I shouted it louder and he jerked his face toward me.

  He raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes locked on me. Some scruff on his chin that looked like he didn’t care to shave. Not that it mattered. It looked good along his jawline. The chiseled features of his cheeks were hard not to notice. He looked like he was just a couple of years older than me.

  He kept giving me the strange look.

  “Why are you shouting?” he said.

  “Oh… Sorry. I… I thought that you didn’t hear me.”

  “I heard you.”

  He turned back to his drink and took another sip from it. I just kept staring at him. I knew that he knew I was staring at him but I didn’t care. The more I looked, the more I realized just how ruggedly handsome he was and it wasn’t because of the drinks I had.

  He eventually turned back to me, a blank look on his face.

  “You need some help?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe I do.”

  “There’s a hospital a few blocks from here. Psychiatric ward is open all night. They’ll check you in whenever you want.”

  He kept giving me that blank stare. I smiled at him and nodded.

  “Funny,” I said. “You must be the comedian they hired to do a show here.”

  “Not a comedian. But they did hire me.”

  “They did? So, what are you? A bouncer or something?”

  “That’s right. I’m the new bouncer. I start working tomorrow night.”

  “Oh, really. Well, I might need your help then. There’s this guy who’s giving me trouble.”

  “Who?”

  He looked out onto the bar.

  “He’s in the bar. He’s about six-foot four. Dark brown hair. Brown eyes. Some tribal tats along his sleeves. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt.”

  “I don’t see him,” he said.

  “He’s standing right next to me.”

  The corner of his lip curled into the tiniest little smirk. At this point, I would take what I could get.

  “And you say I’m the funny one,” he said.

  He swallowed his liquor down and the bartender refilled his glass. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to me but he wasn’t telling me to leave him alone either. I couldn’t tell if I found him out or if there was another reason I found him interesting. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it go.

  “You came out here because they hired you?” I asked. “And now you’re having a drink? Are you really going to be a bouncer here?”

  “Is that so hard to believe?”

  “No, it’s just…”

  I bit my lip as I considered my next move. I had him right where I wanted him. All I had to do was keep going.

  “…I’m a bit of a regular here.”

  “Are you?”

  “Oh, yeah. I know all about the Devils. I figure if I know them, I might as well know the people who work here. Danica.”

  I stuck my hand out for him to shake. No doubt it was strange to be so formal in a place like this but I figured I might as well try to leave an impression on him.

  He stared at my hand for a few seconds, skepticism on his face before finally shaking it.

  “Aden.”

  His calloused palm was rough against my skin. He squeezed my hand tight before returning back to his glass.

  “Aden… Good name…”

  He didn’t say anything. He just kept staring straight ahead. I sighed through my nose, wondering if I should just move on.

  Now what?

  I knew when to cut my losses and I decided now was the time. Whatever I thought I saw in this guy obviously wasn’t there.

  “All right, Aden,” I said as I patted him on the back. “It was nice meeting you. But it looks like there’s a good crowd around here and you probably want to be left alone. So I’ll leave you to it. Have a good night—”

  “Where are you going?”

  He suddenly shifted his eyes back toward me. That subtle smirk I saw earlier was slowly growing on his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. Whatever this asshole was doing, it was working.

  “I thought I would walk around,” I said. “Get to know the crowd a little more.”

  “What about me?”

  “What about you? I already know everything about you. You’re Aden and you’re the new bouncer.”

  “No. What about what I wanna know?”

  “What you wanna know?”

  “What are you doing here, Danica?”

  He narrowed his eyes at me.

  Interesting…

  I kept eyeballing him, trying to find something even though I knew I couldn’t figure him out so quickly.

  “What’s there to tell you?” I said. “My name’s Danica. I’m here at Hades just trying to have a drink and a good time.”

  “A good time, huh?”

  “Yeah, that’s right. But you’re just a bouncer, I don’t think you can help me with that—”

  He leaned in close to me. Somehow, he seemed even bigger than he was just a few seconds ago. His narrowed gaze seemed more intense. The rest of the club had suddenly disappeared around me.

  “Look, no more bullshit,” he said. “No more games.”

  “All right, all right,” I said with a nod. “I can respect that.”

  “I only need one thing from you.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I need you to swallow.”

  As soon as I heard it, I instinctively did just that to clear my throat.

  I never got timid around men but damn if Aden didn’t make me feel that way right now.

  The smirk on his lips was gone. His eyes unblinking, Aden just kept staring at me and waited for my response.

  What do I say?

  There was obviously only one way this could go. Now I just had to figure out to seal the deal.

  “You need me to swallow,” I said. “And what’s the alternative?”

  “There is none. I’ll make you do it.”

  “Well, when you put it like that…”

  I gulped down the rest of my drink and set the glass down on the counter. Then I leaned forward and tugged on his shoulder to pull him down. I pulled him close enough so that I could
whisper into his ear.

  “…Make me.”

  I kept my eyes locked on his. He did the same as he polished off his whiskey.

  “All right. I guess there’s only one way to prove it. Lead the way.”

  I spun around and walked out of the bar, making sure to sway my hips just enough to keep him looking. I didn’t bother turning around. He was right there behind me. He might’ve been more handsome than the usual but there was no chance he was going to get away from me tonight.

  Chapter 3

  ADEN

  I never had a type. Just give me a broad who was good-looking and willing and I’d probably take it. It was crude. I could hear the people talking shit about me because I was trying to satisfy my needs.

  I didn’t give a fuck. I’d listened to people give me shit my entire life. I wasn’t gonna let some asshole tell me what to do with my dick. This wasn’t about feelings or emotions or any of that other bullshit. I just needed it.

  But Danica… She was something else. You never saw many girls like her in Ivory. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Petite with just the right amount of curves. A pair of tits that’d leave you staring when she came and an ass that had your attention when she walked away. Maybe she wasn’t that pretty but the broad carried herself like she was hotter than everybody else. You had to admire a girl with confidence like that. It just made it that much more satisfying to fuck her.

  I had patience though. I liked to enjoy myself.

  Danica wasn’t having it.

  As soon as we got into her apartment, we were on each other. Sloppy kisses were loud. I worked my hands all over her body and she did the same to me. My mouth trailed along her cheek and down her neck. Listening to her throaty squeals of delight only made my dick even harder in my jeans.

  “Come on,” she whispered into my ear. “Give it to me.”

  All right…

  I’d been with all kinds of women. Submissive broads who let me do anything to them. Women who were just trying to satisfy themselves and just laid there. Then there were women like Danica. Aggressive women who wanted it just as bad as I did.

  My tongue slid into her mouth. My hands ran over the back of her head and tangled in the strands of her blond hair. I tightened my grip and jerked her head back. She let out a sudden gasp and gave me a wide-eyed stare.

  “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do,” I said. “I’m in control.”

  A smirk formed on the corner of her lips. I tugged on her hair a bit more to get my point across.

  “I’m in control,” I repeated.

  She nodded as much as she could, the pixie grin still on her lips.

  “You’re the boss,” she whispered.

  “Remember that.”

  I put my mouth back to hers and released her hair from my grip. She wrapped her arms around my back. I did the same, picking her up from the ground. She directed me toward her bedroom while our kisses got even messier.

  I dropped her down onto the bed. She fell back on the mattress with another delighted squeal. Before she had a chance to recover, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward me. She gasped as she fell to the floor on her knees right before me.

  I looked down into her eyes. Gorgeous blue eyes that shimmered from the moonlight peering in through the window. Her skin was tan and smooth. A big smile revealed all of her teeth like she’d never been happier.

  I’d only met this broad. I’d probably never see her again after tonight. But she was giving me second thoughts. She was fucking beautiful. That wasn’t the liquor talking. That wasn’t my hard cock straining in my jeans. No, this girl was something else.

  “What are you waiting for?” I said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She reached up and undid my belt. My zipper pulled down in a swift tug. She grabbed at my jeans and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. My bulge poked out of my briefs in eager anticipation. The entire time, Danica kept those beautiful blue eyes of hers looking up at me.

  She played with my briefs. She put her thumbs in the elastic, teasing me like she was gonna pull it down but never quite moving it.

  “Stop playing,” I said.

  “Oh, but you promised.”

  “I promised I’d make you swallow.”

  I clenched my jaw, staring down at her. Even in the middle of it, she still had to keep playing games.

  Danica wasn’t smiling. She just kept eyeballing me, playing with the waistband on my briefs.

  “Make me,” she said.

  I ran my hand over her head and moved it to the back before grabbing another fistful of hair. She squealed then laughed as the smile came back to her face.

  With my other hand, I pulled my briefs down and freed my cock.

  “Suck my dick,” I said.

  “Make me,” she repeated. “Make me suck your—”

  I shut her up when I plunged my hard shaft into her mouth. She moaned on my dick. The wet warmth of her mouth sent a pulse of pleasure through my spine that made my knees buckle.

  “Shit…”

  I couldn’t help but groan. Danica had me right where she wanted me even though she was the one on her knees.

  I pulled my hand away and put my hands on my waist. I had to admire the way she looked now. Eyes wide open with tears streaking from the corners. Mouth taking in every inch of me with spit leaking down her chin. Throaty gags that were cut off as my cock disappeared completely down her mouth.

  The way she stared at me though… She took my cock like she wanted to do everything she could to please me.

  I peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the side. I was already starting to work up a sweat even though I was just standing there. Danica was doing everything she could to get every drop out of me. My balls were tight against my body. My knees were starting to bend. I had to put my hands on her shoulders to brace myself. But I wouldn’t let her have it so easily.

  I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her off of me. I gave her a deep kiss, my tongue shoving into her mouth to let her know just how much I appreciated her technique.

  “You like that?” I whispered, my face close to hers. “You like the way my cock feels in your mouth?”

  “I love it. I love your cock…”

  She reached up and started pumping my dick in her fist, her eyes still locked on mine. I could feel myself on the verge of exploding.

  “No.”

  I gripped her wrist and moved her hand away. I picked her up and she squealed as I tossed her back onto the bed. She laid on the bed and peeled her clothes off while I kicked my jeans and underwear to the side of the room.

  Naked, cock hard and ready to have more of her, I stood and watched while she got ready just for me.

  Her shirt disappeared. Her jeans followed. Seeing the blond in just her bra was something that would’ve made any man lose control right then and there.

  She bit the corner of her bottom lip, trying not so coyly to hide that devilish smirk of hers. She spread her legs and revealed herself completely to her. A pussy with a drop of wetness that glistened from the moonlight.

  “No panties,” I said.

  “I was… I was planning on having some fun tonight.”

  “Planning on meeting me, huh?”

  “No. But I’m glad I did.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at her. The way she spread her legs and invited me closer to her… I was a fly getting caught in a spider’s web and I didn’t even fucking care.

  Danica unhooked her bra and let it fall off to the side of the mattress so I could see all of her. A nice pair of tits that were real. And a petite body that I could take complete control of. There was no other way to put it. Danica was fucking gorgeous.

  I moved closer to her and kissed her again. She moaned into my mouth in eager anticipation.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, her breath warm against my cheek. “Fuck me, Aden.”

  I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. Shit was calling out to my dick. I was so fucking stiff that I was gonna hurt her
.

  “Fuck me, dammit…”

  But Danica kept moaning like she wanted it. I loved when a woman knew what she wanted. It gave me every reason not to hold back.

  I moved my hips forward and found her pussy. My tip pressed against her folds and pulled another gasp out of her.

  “Fucking shit… Just put it inside of me already…”

  I shut her up with another kiss. She was making the demands but I was the one still in control.

  “Is that what you want?” I whispered.

  “Yeah, that’s what I want.”

  “I’m in control. I’m the boss tonight.”

  “Dammit…”

  I pulled away from her so that I could look into her eyes. I saw the desperation and desire from her. She bucked her hips toward me but I pulled away. Seeing how needy she became put a smile on my face.

  My fingers tangled back in her hair. I held her head in place as I stared into her eyes.

  “Say please,” I said.

  “Goddammit…”

  “Say please.”

  “…Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me, Aden. Fuck me what that big fucking cock of yours. I need it. Please—Ungh!”

  I shoved my dick inside her and pushed a moan out of her. The kind of unintelligible, shaky moan that let you know it felt fucking good.

  There was no better feeling than making a woman feel it. Except for enjoying the wet warmth of a pussy, of course. Danica was wet. She was warm. She was tight, too.

  I dug my cock into her as deep as I could. Her walls tightened around me as I slid myself out.

  I started slow. A hard, forceful stroke to let her feel everything then a long, slow pullout.

  My body pressed against hers. Our tongues tangled in a messy kiss. I kept my hand tight in her hair while my other hand dug into the mattress to keep me on top of her. My forehead pressed into hers, I kept my eyes wide open so I could see all of the pleasure she was dealing with.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered against my lips. “Fuck me just like that.”

  “Like this? Is this what you want, Danica?”

  “That’s what I want… That’s what I fucking want…”