His Gift

It’s something I usually look forward to, drinking, pussy, and lots of money passing between my fingers, but not this time. I don’t like being here, I would have rather stayed home.

Now that we are here, it is clearer than ever that she doesn’t belong in this place. So fucking innocent and perfect. Tiny. I doubt she’ll be able to take all my cock when the time for me to fuck her comes. I’ll have to take her with ease. Being close to her, holding her in my arms. It’s all driving me to the edge of insanity.

Jealousy burns through me, even as she sits on my lap. She’s wearing some of the clothes I had one of my men’s wives pick out for her. Nothing sexy, just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that cover her pretty pussy, keeping it hidden from everybody.

All that’s showing are her smooth legs, but that’s enough skin for the fuckers that show their face in my strip club. Anyone with eyes and a cock is going to be interested in seeing what else she’s hiding under her clothes, and I hate knowing that. I should have bought her baggy sweaters and sweatpants.

“Why do you look like you want to snap everyone’s neck?” Nick snickers before he takes a long pull from the beer bottle in his hand. If I was smart, I’d be drinking too, at least to dull the burning rage pulsing through me.

“Shut up,” I grunt. Rose flinches in my arms at the gruffness of my voice, and I tighten my hold on her hip, holding her closer to my chest. Mine. Like a wolf, I bury my nose in the side of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent. Her pulse thunders just below her skin, letting me know she’s still afraid.

“You have nothing to be scared of. No one in this room will touch you, not unless they want to die,” I whisper near the shell of her ear. Her body stiffens, and it angers me that she still doesn’t get it. She needs to put her fear aside and trust that I will protect her, always.

The group of guys that are centered in the room are playing a game of blackjack, their yells race across my skin, tiny red ants, pissing me right the fuck off. I’m short-fused tonight, and I know the exact reason why.

“Here, drink this.” Nick shoves a beer into my hand.

I stare down at the bottle of beer, half tempted to toss it against the nearest wall. What the hell is this going to do for me?

“Little one, do you want anything?” He gestures to Rose, and I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to flip on my best friend.

“I’m going to give you two seconds to turn around and walk away,” I growl, prepared to fight for what’s mine. Nick’s smart though, instead of saying anything, he smiles and turns around, walking back to where he was standing before.

After a few minutes, the tension in my muscles seeps away, and I lean down, speaking directly into Rose’s ear.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink, sweetness?”

“Just a water, please,” she mumbles, looking down into her lap like it has the answers to all the world’s problems.

Without even looking away from her, I yell to Katerina the waitress serving drinks tonight, “I need a bottle of water.” In seconds, a cold bottle of water is placed in my hands, and I twist off the cap before handing it to Rose. She takes it into her dainty hands, wrapping her lips around the top to take a drink.

As she does this, the only thing I can think about is putting her on her knees and my cock slipping between those lips. Fuck. I need to get laid, but the only one I want to fuck is the beauty in my arms. Taking a greedy gulp, she hands the bottle back to me and wipes at her lips with the back of her hand.

I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, and when Rose looks up at me with a mixture of excitement and fear in her eyes, I know she feels it too.

That’s right, baby. I’m hard for you. All for you.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I nibble on the tiny lobe before whispering into it. “All I can think about right now is getting you on your knees and seeing how much of my cock that tiny little mouth of yours can take.”

The faintest gasp slips from her lips, and I’m smiling like the devil when I pull away from her. She’s so sweet and naïve, I can’t wait to corrupt her.

That smile soon fades when I lift my gaze and find Tony Morris entering the room, two of my men flanking him as he does. He’s a sleazy fucking slime ball wrapped up in a nice suit, and everyone knows it. Most of all, me.