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“Fine, but I’ll get to him when I’m done here,” I mumble. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”
I trail back to my room, my bad mood causing me to drag my feet. Once inside, I peel off my sweaty clothes and head for the shower in my ensuite. I stand under the spray as it warms, taking deep breaths to relieve some of the frustration. It doesn’t work.
I shut my eyes. The warm water flows over my skin, and I feel their hands on me. Fuck! How is this possible? I keep my eyes shut. I allow myself a moment to remember just how fucking good their touch felt, and how Freddie looked at me like I was the only person in the world.
My hands slide down, over my stomach and between my legs. I part my thighs wider, moving under the spray to allow the water to hit my clit. I touch myself, moaning into the steam, thinking about Seb’s wet tongue exploring me. I slide a finger along my entrance, remembering the weight of Freddie on top of me, and…STOP!
You have to stop.
I open my eyes, and I’m back in the present. I twist the temperature dial to freezing, hoping to halt my desire. A forbidden desire I shouldn’t have. But the coldness doesn’t help. It reminds me of Callen. How he sprawled me over his bike. How the breeze chilled my arse as he railed into me, taking and punishing me with his cock.
Why can’t I get them out of my head?
Maybe Alaric’s right to be worried about my motives when I don’t understand them myself…
Alaric wants to wait for them to come to us, and when they do, I’ll have to confront them head-on and do what I avoided when I was with them: I’ll have to kill them.
CHAPTER10
CALLEN
Isit in the corner of the gentlemen’s club, slumped in a chair with crispy upholstery. Through the dimly lit room, I catch the eye of the beauty who slides her legs up and down the greasy pole. She swings her bouncy brown hair over her shoulder, and a mischievous smile flicks over her pout as her gaze meets mine, making her intentions clear.
The pink strobe light hits her face, accentuating her filler-pumped lips. She runs her pointed tongue over them as she vigorously humps the pole with her groin. If she can pound against metal like that, she’ll take my cock with no problem.
I lean back and sip my drink, watching her perform the rest of the song. Other girls dance on different podiums, but they don’t keep my attention. They’re all too busy fluttering their false eyelashes at other schmucks. That, and the fact they look vaguely familiar. I’m a regular and have slept with most of these girls, but the brunette is new. Fresh blood.
After the song finishes, I return to my beer, letting her come to me.
She slinks over to my table, swaying her hips. “Do you want a private dance, Mister?” she asks in a thick cockney accent.
I shake my wallet. “Show me the way.”
Her entire face lights up. My monster will make a change from the flaccid pickles she spends most of her time grinding against. She takes my hand to lead me through the club.
It’s busy tonight. More tits shake than I have time to check out. A busty girl in black pasties grabs my attention. Her soft curves remind me of… nope, I’m not going there.Fuck that bitch.I down my glass to push thoughts of Rose away and wipe my foamy moustache with my sleeve.
“What’s your name?” I ask the hooker, not that I care. Every hole is a goal.
“Missy,” she replies as we approach a bouncer who guards a private corridor. He looks out for the girls and nods to let us through.
Doors leading to small private cubicles are lined up on both walls. It’s a seedy place with purple velvet wallpaper that’d glow under ultraviolet light—some of it is probably mine. This club doesn’t have a look-but-no-touch rule which is why it’s one of my favourites.
“This way.” She tugs me eagerly to the last vacant room, almost yanking my arm out of his socket. Someone’s thirsty.
Once inside, I make myself comfortable on the pink velour bench while Missy draws the thick curtains over the viewing window in the door. They host peep shows sometimes too.
To our left, rhythmic noises that sound like a seal clapping signifies a cunt that’s had to use an entire bottle of lube to get the job done.
“Someone’s having a good time,” I comment.
Tinny music blasts through a small speaker in the corner of the cubicle. Missy clambers onto my lap and starts gyrating her hips. I tuck a twenty-pound note into her bra.
“Do you like that?” she purrs, pushing her fake tits into my face.
Her perfume is overpoweringly sweet, making me want to gag. Usually, my cock would be throbbing and ready for action, but… nothing.
She grabs my head and shoves me into her cleavage. Up close, I have a better view of her streaky fake tan. When she pulls back, giving me a chance to breathe, I notice she has two-inch thick make-up plastered over her face and wonky lip liner. She’d look good enough for a one-time shag after a night out, but you’d be running from her in the morning.
