D- Got a dude at my table get him gone.
I watch her as she gets the message and shove my phone in my pocket. She smirks at me and fingers the straw in her drink as she approaches our table. “Hey there, D. Who’s your friend?” She runs her black nail polish coated fingernails down his arm.
Sybil speaks up. “His name is Jesus.”
“Well hey there, Jesus. I’m Taty. Mind if I join you. I’m feeling incredibly religious tonight,” she coos, and he rolls his eyes. Taty is the opposite of Sybil. Bleach blonde hair, freckles on her nose, grey eyes, and tattoos.
Sybil smiles at me, and I scoot our chairs closer together. “So Jesus and Taty can see the stage better,” I explain and squeeze the top of her thigh.
I watch her take a drink of her beer unable to look away. She’s fucking stunning. It will be a pity when I snuff the light in her eyes out. I don’t want to think about that right now. Not yet. I came here tonight for two things. To listen to some damn good music and get laid. I can tell that cocksucker she came with is irritated. She may have arrived with him, though I guarantee by the end of the night I’ll be the one to drive her home. She’ll be in my bed and writhing under me then I’ll cut her loose until the time is right to make my move.
I can’t grab her tonight, but soon, very soon she will meet her demise.
Rocky takes to the stage and taps the mic, the loud feedback noise pierces the room. Loud voices lower into whispered murmurs, and the drummer for Morbid Duplicity takes his seat. “Are you ready to get your rock on?” he holds the mic out for dramatic effect and the crowd shouts, “Yes,” back at him. “I am happy to present to you Morbid Duplicity.” He rushes from the stage and the rest of the band makes their entrance.
“How’s everyone doing tonight?” The crowd yells back, howling and whistling. The joint is packed, hot, and loud. I have the hottest bitch in the place sitting next to me. Sybil White is every man’s fantasy. She takes my breath away. I know I should be keeping my distance, yet I can’t stay away.
The music starts, and Sybil is dancing in her seat. Fuck me she’s adorable. Her lips are moving, humming the lyrics. I’ll be damned if the petite vixen doesn’t know every damn word. My fingers graze the small sliver of skin exposed along her lower back and I grin to myself when I notice a tattoo on her hip. It’s a small black heart. Dainty just like her. The surprises just keep coming. The more I unravel about her…the more I crave having her.
I finish my beer and ask her to go out on the floor with me before that Jesus dude can. I’m not much of a dancer however for tonight I can pretend. Sybil White makes me wish I could pretend to be a lot of things.
Especially good.
She’s the kind of girl you’d do anything to give her the world. You’d do any-damn-thing just to see her smile and watch her cheeks blush pink.
Sybil’s hips sway to the music and her ass grinds over my crotch as the lead singer belts out the lyrics. “Close your eyes. Let my voice carry you away. I’m gonna take you to dreamland.” The girl can move that’s for damn sure, and I wouldn’t mind taking her home for the night…or forever. Let her wrap them red lips around the head of my dick and suck me off. Bet she’s never had a big cock in her mouth before. According to her file, she’s never had a boyfriend. Maybe I’ll find out if she’s a virgin before I kill her. The thought of taking her life has my chest squeezing tight. I suck in a breath and push away the dark thought and enjoy the way her tight little body is pressing against mine. Her ass rubs over my dick swaying faster. I grip her hip and wrap an arm around her middle keeping her close. Keeping her body pressed against mine and loving the feel of her entirely too much.
I get lost in the moment. Lost in her. The music carries me away. It carries us both away. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I stare down at her gazing into those hypnotizing eyes. Those sweet red lips are parted in invitation to taste them. I dip my head down ready to do just that. Ready to claim that mouth.
An elbow hits me in the side, and I look over to see Jesus and Taty next to us. Great. I underestimated this asshole’s commitment to seeing this through. Normally I’d beat the fuck out of a punk like him, but I don’t want to scare Sybil off. I want her to trust me. I need her to trust me.
“Let’s get another drink,” I suggest, gripping her upper arms, skimming the shell of her ear with my teeth just enough to get a reaction out of her. I feel her shiver under my touch. Fuck she’s responsive. I bet with just one taste of her lips I’d go up in flames. I know she’d be a hell worth burning for. A hell I would kill for because deep down I already know I want to keep her. Not even had her yet…hardly know her, and I can feel myself falling.
I’m fucking doomed.
“I’ll come with you,” Jesus calls out over the music, inserting himself into our conversation. This motherfucker is getting on my nerves. I wasn’t talking to him. He’s going to rub me the wrong way and find out exactly what happens to bastards who stick their noses where they don’t belong.
“What do you want? We’ll get it.” I try my damnedest not to give him my signature fuck off glare.
“I don’t want Sybi to miss any of the show,” he presses and steps toward me.
Cockblocking bastard.
“Right.” I turn my attention back on her. “I’ll be right back.”
She smiles and nods. I glare at Jesus then bend to kiss Sybil on the forehead sending him a warning. I’m not backing down. I’m about to turn up the fuckin’ heat. I give Taty a side eye glance and she moves in and starts chatting up Sybil. Good girl.
We get closer to the bar and he grabs my arm. I jerk my arm back. He doesn’t know me like that to be putting his fucking hands on me. I’ve beat the fuck out of fuckers for less. “I know what you’re trying to do. I just want you to know it isn’t going to work. Sybil is still young, but the day she’s ready I’m going to marry her.”
I snort. He has no chance in hell of that happening. I only just met them and even I can see how wrong they are together. She’s got a hidden desire that burns for something more. Something I could give her if only I didn’t have to kill her. “You’re so off base, man. I’m just here to have a good time. I came to do two things. Listen to the band and nail a fine piece of ass. I’ve already heard the band.”
“She won’t fuck you if that’s what you’re after.” His brows are furrowed, and his lips turned down. He doesn’t believe his own words. We both know that she’d go home with me, and I’d rock her world. She’d ride my dick and fall in love. Problem is I have a feeling I would too.
“You mean she won’t fuck you.” I laugh with a shake of my head and step up to order my beer. I need to get my mind off fucking Sybil. Off feeling her creamy skin pressed against my dark ink.
This asshole has the balls to shove me from behind. I slowly turn around and he’s waiting for me to hit him. He’d love for me to throw a punch and piss Sybil off. To do anything to put her off me. I’d love to knock his damn teeth out and rattle his brains, but I keep my cool. I’ve had years of practice. Years of holding back when it comes to Wrath. Holding my shit together in front of this pansy is a breeze.
“Listen. I don’t want to see you hurt. I get that you’ve been sniffing at her ass for years waiting for the perfect chance. Maybe you thought tonight would be the night to test the water. You’d bring her to see her favorite band and at the end of the night you’d get a little kiss in. And if you were lucky, she’d let you cop a feel. You’re a good dude so I’m going to be straight with you. You’re right. I’m going to fuck your girl. She’ll scratch her nails down my back and scream out my name and then we’ll never see each other again. Hell, she might get pregnant and then there you’ll be waiting in the wings ready to swoop in and be her white knight. But there is something you fail to understand. Something I knew from the moment I saw her. She doesn’t need a white horse she wants the dark stallion.”
I turn my back on him and grab my beer, knowing he will swing at me once the shock of my words settl
e in. He hates me only because he knows I speak the truth. He hates me because deep down he knows she’s no innocent Snow White. There is something behind her eyes. Something dark and needy. A craving that sings to me like a tiny bird. A sparrow whose feathers I will pluck one by one.
I take a sip of my beer, smiling to myself as I count to three. On what would be four, I block Jesus’ attack with my left forearm. Guys like him are so damn predictable, it is almost comical.
Turning around I smirk at him. “Gonna have to try harder than that.”
“What the?” I hear him mutter as Sybil rushes toward us.
“What the hell are you doing?” She smacks at him and directs her attention my way. “I’m so sorry. He’s normally not like this.” She glares at him again and wraps her hand up in my free one lacing her fingers in mine. Fuck. Sybil White is going to be the death of me. Damn she’s sweet.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug. “Why don’t we go finish the show, and afterward I will introduce you to the band.” I deliver the grand gesture I know will sway her to me completely.
“Seriously?” The way her eyes light up I know who is going to drive her home. Jesus can go home and jack to his hairy palm. I bet he does a lot of that.
“Whatever. Sybi, I’m leaving. You can stay here with this douche who only wants to get in your pants, or you can come home with me.”
Wrong move asshole. Dude doesn’t have a clue what to do with a sweet piece of ass like Sybil. Lucky for her I do. I know exactly what she needs.
“I’m staying,” she whispers, not meeting his eyes.
Sorry fuck. I bet he will cry on the way home then crawl into bed and jack off while he thinks about what an idiot he is and how Sybil will come crawling back to him once I throw her away. He’d be right except when I am done playing with her, she’ll be dead, and he’ll take the fall. When all is said and done her blood will stain his hands.
I’m counting on Jesus.
He just doesn’t know it.
Chapter 6
—Sybil
Whoa. This sexy stranger—Diego wasn’t lying. We are currently hanging backstage with Morbid Duplicity. I’m utterly speechless. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of this. Diego’s fingers dig into my hips burning with possession, and I find the act cute. He’s rough and reeks of trouble, but I like the dangerous glint in his eyes when he stares at me like he could devour me. God do I want him to do just that…devour me. He’s a bad boy and I know it. I simply don’t care. He makes me want to be bad and do dirty things. Very dirty bad things.
The lead singer, Lennox Hardin, gets the message loud and clear. I’m off limits. Diego has staked his claim on me and I like it. Lennox shakes my hand and gives me an autograph on a bar napkin. I feel like a bumbling idiot and mumble a tense, “Thank you.” He winks at me and shakes Diego’s hand. They slap palms then bump fists.
“Nice to meet you, Sybil. You ever ditch this asshole and want a good time he knows where to find me.”
My mouth opens and closes quickly.
“Ha. Funny,” Diego quips. They trade a few barbed jabs, although I can sense it’s all in good fun.
“You guys should hang around and go to this party with us. Gonna be lots of action.”
Diego looks to me and it sounds exciting and fun, but I’d rather hang with him. “I got my autograph. I’m good.”
Lennox laughs. “Damn she’s a ball buster, man. Better watch out.” He shoves off and starts hitting on a busty blonde wearing a miniskirt that hardly covers her ass cheeks.
“You ready to get out of here?” Those rough fingers skirt along my waist. Teasing me. Making me crave more.
I gaze up at my bad boy. “Yeah. Okay.” I graze my bottom lip with my teeth. I never do things like this—go off with random guys at bars, it’s just there is something about Diego that has me wanting to get to know him outside of the club scene. He’s the kind of guy a girl can be herself with. He’s the total opposite of Jesus. He has this idea of me built up in his head. Has expectations I will never hold up to. Guilt over how things transpired between Jesus and me tonight eats at me, but I push the negative thoughts away. I deserve a good time. I always do the right thing. I’ve always done what’s expected. For once I want to take the lead and be crazy and free. Make mistakes. Kiss a stranger in the dark…maybe more. Much more.
Taking my soft hand in his rough one, he leads me out the back door of the club. The large door slams shut with a clang, and Diego turns into me, pushing me against the cold metal. Hot, needy, raw, hungry, and tasting of beer his mouth claims mine in a stolen kiss. I’ve never been kissed like this before. With such want. I feel desired as warmth pools in my lower belly. I’ve kissed plenty of guys at parties and on dates only never quite this intense. Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth he gives the plump skin a tug and I moan. Thrusting his tongue between the part of my mouth, Diego maintains complete control, dominating me. I feel the metal of his piercing pressing into my lip and suck it into my mouth, nipping at him with my teeth.
All rational thought escapes me. Right now, there is only Diego and how good he makes me feel. He’s dangerous. Tongue thrusting deep and wet into my mouth, I can’t get enough.
His hand glides up my side, moving to my breast and I break away, needing to catch my breath. My head swims and my pulse is racing. I feel dizzy with excitement. My mouth curves into a sated pout. “That was unexpected but nice,” I tell him in a breathless whisper.
“Nice?” He quirks a brow at me and chuckles. “I can do better than nice.” Curling a finger through the belt loop of my low-cut jeans Diego jerks my body into his. The man smirks, closing the distance between our mouths again.
I’d like to say that I’m drunk, but I’ve not had that much to drink. Fisting my fingers in his hair, I deepen the kiss, moving my tongue in tandem with his. Our bodies press together as he backs me into the door again, his lips fused to mine. We’re a flurry of teeth, tongues, lips, and fingers. Taking and giving pleasure. His hand slides to my ass and squeezes tight with pure raw possession and I want it. I want to be possessed by him.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His breath fans over my lips and he smiles, resting his forehead against mine and stroking my jaw with his fingers.
I lick my teeth eager for more.
Someone trying to exit through the back breaks the moment. Diego licks his bottom lip then wipes it with his thumb. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get out of here.” He leads me around the side of the building to the parking lot where his motorcycle awaits. A thrill shoots through me like an electric current zapping every nerve in my body. Reaching into the saddle bag he pulls out a leather jacket. “Don’t want you getting cold.”
I push my arms through the sleeves, inhaling the scent of the well-worn leather as I hug it to my body. I get on after him, putting my feet on the pegs, and wrapping my arms around his waist. I bury my face in the back of his shoulder, getting a good whiff of his earthy scented cologne. He smells all manly—like sex and danger. Diego is rugged and damn sexy. The bike rumbles beneath me and I hold on tight.
As we leave the parking lot, I spot Jesus waiting for me by his truck. He’s leaned against the side with his knee bent back, foot resting on the tire, arms folded across his chest seeming pissed at the world or maybe only me. The harsh expression on his face nearly cuts me in two. I close my eyes like a coward when he throws his hands up and calls out my name. “Sybil?!”
I can feel Diego’s stomach move as he chuckles and revs the bike louder.
My stomach drops and I suck in a breath. Regret is already taking hold of me, but I can’t leave things between Jesus and me on such bad terms for a guy I don’t even know no matter how cute he is or how intoxicating his kiss is.
“Wait,” I call out as guilt consumes me.
Diego stops on the side of the road.
“I’m sorry.” I throw a leg over the side of the bike and get off. I take off his leather jacket and hand it back to him with disappointment coursin
g through my veins. I don’t want to part like this, and I feel I owe it to Jesus to ride home with him. He did bring me here tonight, and I completely blew him off for a guy I don’t even know. I got so caught up in Diego and part of me isn’t sorry. There’s a connection between us that I can’t explain. It’s one I want to explore but not at the cost of my best friend.
Diego lifts his shoulder. “Can I get your number?”
“Yeah. Totally.” We quickly exchange digits and he roars off on his motorcycle. I turn back and cross the road to where Jesus is waiting in the parking lot.
He pushes his shoulder length hair back into a low ponytail.
“Jesus, listen…” I start but don’t know what to say really. I’m not sorry I’m attracted to Diego. That kiss was addictive. I can still feel his lips on mine and taste him on my tongue.
“Don’t, Sybil. I don’t get you.” He shakes his head and gets in the truck slamming the driver’s side door shut with so much force I jump.
Letting out a sigh, I climb into the passenger side and lay my head back on the bench seat.
He pulls out of the parking lot too fast, but I keep quiet. I know he’s hurt and angry. A bad combination. I now know his true feelings for me, only I can’t give him what he wants.
The ride back to my car is quiet, awkward, and downright tense. Jesus is driving fast and the grip he has on the steering wheel has his knuckles strained and white. He parks the truck next to my car, and I take out my keys. Maybe in a few days he will have cooled down. We can talk and he’ll see that a romantic relationship between us would never work. I love him to death. Only not in the way he wants me to.
Jesus follows me out of the truck and stops next to my car. He leans against the driver’s side door, keeping me from getting in my car and leaving. He sucks in a deep breath, and I watch as his chest hitches with the action. His hands are balled into fist at his sides and his face is hard and masked with pain. “Just tell me why him?” he croaks, and his voice cracks so hard I feel it vibrate through my bones.
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