Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

“Dane Shepherd,” I lied.

His brows pulled together. “Haven’t heard of him.”

I reached my hand around his neck. “Are we gonna fuck or are we gonna stand here and talk shit all night?”

Heat flashed in his eyes and his fingers dug into my waist. “You’ve got a fucking mouth on you, bitch. How about you get on your knees and show me what it’s capable of.”

No way was my mouth going anywhere his nasty dick. “I’ve got a better idea. How about I give you

a show you’ll never forget? And then I’ll suck your dick.”

“I don’t need a show. I just need you to blow me and then get your tits out before I fuck you.”

I tilted my head and hit him with a sexy smile. “Everyone needs a Billy-Jones-worthy show.”

He whistled low and his expression quickly turned from disinterested to intrigued. “You’re one of Billy’s girls?”

I nodded. “I do things for Billy that none of his other girls do.” Not a lie. Just a little creative storytelling.

He took a step back, dropping his eyes to my body. “Okay, but you better make this worth my while. I’ve got shit to do after I get my dick wet.”

It was time to give the performance of my life.

It was time to dance with the devil himself.

I placed my palm against his chest and nudged him backwards. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

His brow raised at my order, but he did as I said. Once he settled there, I raised my arms over my head and linked my fingers before slowly gyrating my hips. I’d worn a tight black strapless dress that hit me midthigh with the express purpose of distracting him. It appeared to be working. His eyes were all over me; he didn’t seem to know where to look first.

“Fuck, I need to see those tits,” he muttered as he unzipped his pants to free his cock. Pumping himself, he groaned. “Show me.”

I shook my head and continued working my hips while I rotated on the spot so he could catch a glimpse of my ass as well. “All in good time. We don’t give up the goods that fast. If you know Billy’s, you know that.”

“Bitch, I give no fucks what you usually do, I want those tits out and in my fucking mouth right now.”

I stared at him, weighing up my options. I knew he was a man without a conscience, who would kill you just as soon as he’d show you an ounce of compassion, so I had to tread carefully. But I’d watched him for long enough to also know he had a thing for blondes and tits. I just had to play my cards right.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

That was clearly not something he’d expected. The flash of confusion in his eyes passed quickly though. “What the fuck?”

I cupped my breasts. “I have a thing for chests, so these bad boys come out when your shirt comes off.”

His shirt hit the floor a moment later and he stared at me expectantly.

My gaze fixed on the tattoo on his chest. The proof I needed to know he was the man I believed him to be.

“Tits. Out,” he roared, startling me.

I shrunk a little at his angry tone, but recovered fast. Pulling my dress down, I exposed my naked breasts.

He sucked in a breath. “Fucking perfect.”

I ran my hands over my breasts as I continued to dance for him. Every second sickened me. When I finished with him, I would spend hours washing his grime off me.

The end justifies the means, Tatum.

It did.