Dark Queen

Damn you Clint.

“No,” I scoff, ignoring the call, and turning my phone over to hide the screen. “Dancing takes all my focus.” I greedily gulp down the bottle of water and place a hand to my heart, willing it to stop racing.

Pushing out his bottom lip and dipping his head nodding he pulls out a stack of cash clipped together by a silver money grip that probably cost more than most people’s car.

Separating a few hundred bills, he drops them on the counter. “A sweetener for staying late.” He winks, and my body turns to goo.

Pointing to Simon, his tone turns firm. “Make sure she gets home safely.”

“Yes, sir.” Simon bobs his head as Marcello turns back to me taking my hand and dropping his lips to the back of it.

“Good night, bella.”

“Good night,’ I smile shyly, heat setting fire to my cheeks as he makes his exit.

Once we’re alone, Simon tugs on my hair, drawing my attention from the exit doors. “Did you get through to your dorm mother?”

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I shake my head, “no.”

“You can crash at my place tonight if you need somewhere to go.” He lifts his shoulders, unsure of his offer.

It could be messy if there was any attraction or feelings there, but there aren’t—at least not on my part.

“Come on, Alyssa. If I leave you on the streets, Marcello will kill me,” he says, wiping down the bar and throwing my water bottle in the trash before coming around the bar to join me.

I find myself nodding my head in agreement.

I skim through the cash Marcello left, separating half and handing it to him. “I can’t take that.” He shakes his head pushing my hand back toward me.

“You stayed late too.” I nudge him forcing the money into his palm. “Take it.”

He’s hesitant, then smiles, “Thanks.” He shoves it into his pocket and grabs his coat.

Popping my head into Hannah’s office, I find her pacing the floor, “We're leaving if you don’t need us for anything else?”

Shaking her head, she comes to the door gripping the wood, “No I will lock up. Drive safe.”

Not waiting for a reply, she closes the door forcing my head out.

Simon comes walking up the corridor both our coats in his arms, “All good?”

“Yeah, Hannah’s going to lock up.”

Holding my coat out for me I slip it on and check I have everything.

It’s cold when we push out into the parking lot, a fresh breeze rustling through the tree branches, the moon full, illuminating the sky.

We’re not alone, out here the men who accompanied Luca tonight are standing by the car lot exit, a large fancy town car is parked a few rows from Simon’s, the lights on but no-one in the driver’s seat.

My eyes are glued to it, a nervous jump in my pulse. Is that Luca’s car?

“Are you coming?” Simon, chuckles following my eyeline.

“Yeah,” I shake my head smiling over at him.

When we drive past the parked car, I bite my lip wondering if he’s inside.

Did he not leave?

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Chapter Seventeen

Luca

Coming here tonight was a mistake. Seeing her with her hair loose and buttons undone, showing a creamy channel of flesh leading to her perky tits, only made me want to throw her down on the table and take my fill from between her legs.

She wasn’t supposed to be there. Her shift had ended, but there she was, thick lips and hungry eyes.

She brings out a weakness in me. Allowing my cock to overrule my head is something I’ve never allowed before. But now, it’s not a choice I’m making.

There’s something compelling about this damn woman. I need to fuck her from my system.

Leaving Vino’s, my driver and trusted PA, Thomas, is waiting with my town car. He nods in my direction as I approach, my security team covering the entrance and exit to the parking lot.

There are three cars in the parking lot—Hannah’s, mine, and a small BMW I’m pretty sure belongs to the bartender. My little ballerina must not have a car.

How does she get home?

“Did you get what I asked for” I ask Thomas, dragging my tie from around my neck.

“Yes, sir.” He jerks his chin to the car.

“Take a walk,” I order, slipping into the back of the car, need vibrating in my veins.

A static anticipation hangs heavy in the air between me and the woman sat inside on the bench seat opposite me.

“Sir,” she dips her head in acknowledgment.

She’s a little older than Alyssa and not as pretty but she’s styled how I requested.

Observing her black fitted bodysuit—one just like what Alyssa was wearing the day we met, my cock grows.

“Do you know what I want?” I ask her.

“Yes,” her eyes darken as she reaches for a purse on the seat beside her.

Slipping her hand in, she pulls out a small razor blade. A heated blush crawls up her neck, her throat bobbing as she swallows.