No, he followed that little ball of fire around because he couldn’t help himself. “I want her safe Niko, you know that. I also want you safe.”
“I can only be safe if Dee is.”
Chapter Three
‘It’s Friday. It’s Friday.’ The lyrics from that song ran through Dee’s head as she left work. It was Friday. No reason to think about numbers or ledgers or diminishing bank accounts for two whole days. She had no problem doing that math.
She got into her red charger and let out a sigh of relief. She loved this car with its strong lines, and the power at her fingertips and the way it roared like a well satisfied-man, when he spilled into you. This car was all about muscles and power.
She started the car, feeling the rumble between her legs and gave a small moan. Her car satisfied her more than most men, not that she was willing to broadcast it. She pulled into traffic, allowing the day to wash over her.
Vance, her clueless boss, had spent the day watching her as if she were the thief or had somehow threatened him. Niko had been a no show since he left the office. You would think he would at least say hello to her. It’s not like he didn’t know her.
She had spent the rest of the day pouring over receipts and balancing the money, making sure everything from her sites was accounted for. A nice long boring day.
Ok, her pussy had throbbed all day long and her clit wanted to be sucked something fierce. She had Niko’s smell in her nose and it wouldn’t go away. Her over riding fantasy was that he would come into the office, sweep the papers off the desk and fuck her hard on it.
Bad girl Dee, she chastised herself. She didn’t want nice love making with big smiles and soft moans and promises of love forever, which sounded boring. She wanted something that would flare hot and bright and sizzle her in the process.
She pulled herself together and got out of the car. She really needed to stop living in a fantasy world. Women like her never got the right man.
She opened the door to her apartment and sighed in disappointment. She always harbored the vain hope that when she came home and opened that door, a sense of accomplishment would come over her.
She lived in a beautiful and expensive apartment in Shadyside. Her mom would have been so proud of her if she could have seen the place. It was clean, not immaculate like Rena’s place, but Rena was a neat freak.
Dee had treated herself to expensive furniture and knew lots of people who would kill to live here. She barely saw it when she walked in. The place left her cold, but it was home.
She walked past her bare walls and into the bedroom, which had pictures of her and Rena hanging out. Was it weird their pictures were in here instead of the living room? Not really. Here was where she spent most of her time. All she had was her best friend, so she hung the pictures up here.
Tonight there would be no forcing herself to try and sleep. No wandering the streets until she ended up in SB’s. Tonight she would go out, hit the town. There was a new club in the Strip. It was supposed to be hot.
She would go there and allow the desperate men to buy her drinks in an effort to get her drunk and take her home. She would even give one lucky man his wish and go home with him. All she wanted was a big cock to pound into her and make her forget.
Pain, monsters and insanity, all things she wanted to escape for a night.
The exhaustion afterwards, not the illusion of pleasure during, was what she was after.
Kicking off her shoes, she leaned over and looked at her pedicure. She was good. Her mani/pedi was still kicking butt. She stripped and threw the clothes into the hamper, before entering the bathroom.
What she wouldn’t give for a bubble bath. The tub she had was too small for soaking, and getting into it, only made her mad. Walking to the mirror, she looked at herself. She really needed to remember to eat.
She loved her breasts. They were her best feature. She wasn’t large like Rena, but she wasn’t small like some. She was carrying around a perfect set of D’s. They were round and firm and she loved them. She had been known to caress them just because.
Everything else on her was small. Her waist. Her height. Even her ass. Really, would a nice round ass have been too much for the Lord to bless her with? She guessed a perfect ass and chest would have been too much for the male population.
Smiling, she headed for the shower. She closed her eyes and stepped under the spray to let the cares of the day wash away. She could see her mother standing before her, accusing her.
‘Where’s your man, Dee? You’re still not married.’
She had turned thirty one two months ago. Her mother had made it known that if you were not married by thirty, your chances of getting married dwindled something fierce. She never believed that. Still, her mother’s words haunted her.
Don’t want to marry, mother dearest, she said to herself. Don’t want to go crazy like you did or allow someone to abuse my child. She felt the words ‘like you did’ hovering on the side of her mind, but they were left unsaid. Finishing her shower, she reached for her towel.
She still remembered the first time she woke up with the feeling of someone standing over her bed. Her mother’s boyfriend had been in her room. He was breathing heavy and stroking himself. Her mother came running when she screamed get out.
Her mom had pushed him out of the room then closed her door. Then she had come back and knelt over Dee. She raised her hand and smacked Dee across the face.
‘Keep your little hoe body to yourself, Dee. Understand me?’
She had nodded her head quickly and her mother left, making sure the door was closed behind her. Dee had cried herself to sleep.
The next morning her mom had given her two cookies with her cereal. Her mom did not believe in sweets. They rotted the teeth and made pretty girls look like fat pigs, those were her mom’s words.
‘I am proud of you, Dee. Soon you will be pretty enough to find a good husband to take care of you, just don’t use that body on my man again. Got it?’
She had nodded her head and looked at those cookies. That was all she could focus on. She nibbled at them all day. Someone at school had tried to take them from her. She stomped them. No one ever wanted to fight her again. She had only been eight.
She pulled her mind from her past. The past couldn’t hurt her. It was the here and now that terrified her. The now was filled with monsters. She had been kidnapped. The target had been her best friend, Rena. Dee had been used as bait. That’s when she had learned that there were real monsters in this world and she wasn’t talking about mankind. She clutched at her head as her knees grew weak and dropped her to the floor.
The pain she felt seared through her brain as the images of death and mutilation were displayed for her in vivid color. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged.
She banged her head until the peaceful blue carpet in front of her and not a headless body came into focus. Clutching her bed, she pulled herself up. It was time to get ready. Desperation was driving her to leave quickly.
She needed an outfit, one that would make a married man leave his wife. Even though she never messed with married guys. She was always happy that someone had missed the curse that plagued her.
She wanted to be hot enough to go home with the right single man. She toyed with the thought of pretending to be submissive, a Dom may be what she needed tonight.
She had no visions of pleasure, but a little pain might make her forget the monster who kidnapped her. It might also make her forget Niko.
She wanted Niko like bears wanted honey. Actually she wanted him more than that and that’s why she stayed away. He would be bad for her making her want to change her mind about men and relationships. He could destroy her and she was destroyed enough already.
Niko who had blonde hair and sea blue eyes. She loved that combination on him. It was like someone had deliberately messed with his DNA to get that color of blonde with that color of sea blue.
He could be a model. He was that hot. She grab
bed her short black skirt, the one with all the zippers on it and paired it with a top that stopped at her belly button. It had two zippers placed strategically over her breasts and they did open for a peek a boo look at the girls.
Stilettos, because she could wear them. She wondered if she could get into a good restaurant looking like this and decided no, so she would skip dinner tonight. She promised herself that she would eat tomorrow.
She did her makeup and looked in the mirror. She was hot. Some man would make her forget. Life was good.
She looked at her ringing phone. Rena. She pushed the button to ignore the call and tried not to feel guilty.
Chapter Four
Dee walked into the club, knowing the crowd would be thin. It was still early. She hated to start trolling this early, but if she hadn’t left her place when she did, she might have gone crazy.
She loved the sound of the click of her heels on the hard wood floor and the look on the other women’s faces as they made quick work of letting her know which men were taken.
She was hunting and the women were aware of it. The men were aware of it too. They followed her legs and the bounce of her firm breasts. Come to momma boys. Tonight I get one of you.
The bar was angled to the right of the door instead of being in the middle. It meant that the bartender was safe with his back against the wall. He also had a chance to see who was coming in, although that was the bouncer’s job. The bouncers were damn fine too, if you liked your men big.
She liked her men to have the physique of a professional swimmer. Nice, hard and wiry, much like Niko.
She walked up to the bar to order a drink. The bartender walked up. He was nice, but too young. Still, he was tall and muscular, a nice dark chocolate mix. It had been a while since she had been with dark chocolate and hey dark chocolate wasn’t fattening.
“What can I get you, sexy lady?”
“Long island ice tea.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Anything for you.” He made the drink and passed it off, giving her hand a slight caress before he headed down to the other side of the bar.
“Hi.”
She turned around and looked into the face of a handsome male. He stood around six foot, nice. He had deep brown eyes and beautiful milk chocolate skin. She must really be hungry. She had that pastry early this morning followed up by a donut at work. She really would eat tomorrow.
“Hi yourself.” She flashed her white teeth and batted her eyes. He had potential. She would have to rub up against him to get all the pertinent details. It seemed so unfair that men knew exactly what they were getting, but women had to guess.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing buying your own drink?”
“I was wondering the same thing.”
“Dance?”
“Yes.”
She followed him out to the dance floor, after downing the drink. She never left a drink unattended if she was going to drink from it again.
“I have never seen you here before.”
“This is my first time.” The music was fast and she was enjoying keeping up with him. He was a good dancer. “I heard some of the people I work with talking about this place and knew I needed to check it out.”
“Glad you came out. What do you think about it?”
“Well it’s a little slow, but it’s still early. Having said that, I like it so far. The band is good. Do they play here all the time?”
“On the weekends they do. During the week, the owners use a deejay.”
“That’s better than canned music.”
The band played a slow song and he drew her into his arms. She smiled and stepped closer. Please don’t disappoint me baby. She plastered her body against him and moved. Damn, he didn’t swing for her team. Nothing not even a pretense of hardness. She looked up at him.
The look of shame on his face brought her out of herself. “Stop that.” She whispered in his ear. “You are who you are.”
He looked at her, the look of shock apparent on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, there is someone out here you want and it is not me. Whoever he or she is, I think you should be dancing with them. Maybe that man sitting over there, staring a hole through me?”
She backed away, a look of regret on her face. She didn’t mess with married men and she didn’t mess with the ones who were in love with someone else. She turned away and went to get another drink.
“Didn’t work out?” Her young bartender was back.
“Nah, his heart was elsewhere.”
“Can I get another drink for you?” She nodded and scanned the crowd.
The place was filling up and there were some nice looking single men looking her way. She was sure the night wouldn’t be a bust, so why did she want white chocolate with blonde hair and sea blue eyes.
She took her drink from the bartender and took a nice long swallow. She was sure she would find someone. She went to the dance floor and started dancing alone. Soon she had a fine man in front of her and another rubbing against her ass.
Things were looking up, although she needed more than what the guy behind her was sporting. He was respectable. If she had been normal, she would be all over him. She needed more.
The night was going like she had expected. Her drinks were being paid for. She was dancing with whoever caught her attention and soon she would pick one lucky guy for the ride of his life.
She was on the dance floor when she felt it, that sizzle that went down her back and stopped between her legs. Her very dry vagina began to weep quietly, as first one drop of moisture then another came to life. She moved closer to the tall man holding her.
She laid her head on his shoulder, hoping the smell of his very powerful cologne could replace the smell of wild musk that was overwhelming her.
His hand went down to her hip and the sound of a low growl assaulted her ears, making her heart beat faster and her feet miss a step in the dance. She recovered gracefully.
“Like what you feel baby?” His voice that should have been low and seductive in her ear, grated like nails on a chalk board.
What was his name? Dwayne, Dwight, or was it Douglas? Did it even start with a D? She gave up. She couldn’t think with him watching her.
She knew it was crazy. She hadn’t even turned around, but Niko was there, watching her with those eyes. Was he a stalker?
She drifted back to thoughts of her kidnapping, Niko had been there when she had been allowed to leave the bank. If she didn’t know any better she would say that he had come to her side and walked out of the bank with her, but that was just crazy.
He had appeared out of nowhere when she had gotten outside. Before Dante, the friend the brothers had asked to come and get her, could reach for her, he had taken her in his arms and held her tight, assuring her she was fine. He had given her specific instructions on what to do before he left, then he disappeared as quickly as he showed up.
What’s his name just squeezed a cheek, making him the center of her attention again.
“Want to blow this place, baby?” He grinned at her looking confident.
“Ahh…”
Damn it. What was his name?
“Tyrone, baby. You forget already? Being this close to me does make women forget their own name.”
She looked up from under her lashes and smiled. It was not her job to take him down a peg or two. She would leave that for the next woman.
“Tyrone, I would, but my man just walked in the door. He’s loco if you know what I mean. I think it would be better if I make it to the bar before he gets there.”
She broke away and left him standing on the dance floor. When she looked back there were already three women closing in on him. Tyrone would be just fine.
“Sexy lady you’re breaking hearts tonight.” The bar tender took the time to greet her as she found an empty spot.
“I think he will get over it.” She gestured to Tyrone who was now surrounded by women.
“What about the others you shot down tonight?”
“They will live.”
“Can I get you another drink?”
She went up on her toes and leaned over, thankfully he leaned down. “How about just a glass of Pepsi?” She whispered, not wanting to broadcast her change in drinks.
“You got it.” He gave her a slow wink and walked to get her drink.
Her stilettos felt like they wanted to be kicked off and even then she was not sure she would be able to walk without tripping. How many drinks had she had on an empty stomach?
She took the glass of Pepsi like it was a life line and began to drink, hoping to sober up, just in case she was drunk. She needed to get out of here fast. She didn’t see him, but she knew he was there. Setting the glass down she turned around, ready to escape, only to find him blocking her way.
Chapter Five
She licked her lips. Niko stood there looking like every woman’s wet dream. He had a pair of charcoal gray pants that had to be tailored for him. His white shirt was a classic button up that seemed so casual, yet it made her want to unbutton it to reveal his hard chest.
She licked her lips again, feeling like a mouse being watched by a shifty cat. She would have to play her cards right, if she was going to escape tonight.
“Mr. Dare. What a surprise to see you here. I didn’t know you liked night clubs.”
He didn’t say a thing. He just stared at her, making her even more uncomfortable in her stilettos.
“Well, if you will excuse me. I was just heading out.”
He didn’t budge. In fact, she wasn’t sure if he was blinking. He just stood and stared. Her mouth felt dry, like she needed another drink. The beat of her heart was louder than her heels on the floor and her knees that had already proven so weak were close to shaking again. She needed out.
“Dance?”
His voice went through her like the crack of a whip. The drops of moisture between her legs kicked up, leaving her wet. Her heart was beating out a wild song at the thought of melding her body against his on the dance floor.
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