Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men 2)

Zeus might have nodded but we were moving again toward his booth and when he deposited me roughly across the slick red surface, we were alone. I tried to get up but he was there, looming over me like the devil. His full mouth was twisted into a braided pink rope as he stared down at me, his silver eyes eclipsed by the deep shadow of his furrowed brows.

I jumped as his hand came slamming to the table beside my head. He leaned into it, his muscles bulging as he leaned down low, so low I could taste his whiskey-flavored breath in my panting mouth.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl? You wanted to see what would happen to a room fulla men when you took your clothes off? Wanted to see ’em pant and lust after ya?”

I whimpered because his big, hot body was nearly pressed to mine and the small sliver of space he kept between us was just as exciting as full-body contact. Without meaning to, I arched into that space, my nipples scraping along the thin fabric of his tee over the hard muscle beneath.

He planted a hand on my lower belly to still me, his rough fingers splaying slowly across the entire naked span of my hips.

“You know what I saw up there? Not your tits or your ass, not the way you worked that pole like you were born to dance. Nah, not me, little girl, because I ain’t just some man to you. Saw the scar just here.” His fingers abraded my skin as he arrowed his hand up, between my breasts so it could rest just above one tit, over my rioting heart, on top of my puckered gunshot scar.

“Saw all this hair,” he said in that dark, delicious growl that vibrated through his hand and against my skin as he moved it up my neck to tug menacingly at my locks. “Remembered the way you worried ’bout losin’ it all, how fuckin’ thrilled you were to have it back. See you stayed true and haven’t cut it since. Like the length, like the colour, but like the weight of it more ’cause I know what it means to ya.”

I didn’t understand what he was doing. His position was threatening, and he was clearly angry with me, but his hand on me was sexual, driving me wild as his fingers rhythmically released and tugged on my hair, as his thumb swiped up and down across my jugular.

And he was reminding me of our history as if it mattered to him, as if he ached with memories just as much as I did. Which couldn’t be true, or he wouldn’t have ignored me for the past three weeks.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, staring up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

He dipped even closer so that his lips whispered across my own and his thick-lashed crazy-beautiful eyes were the only things I saw. “Seducin’ ya properly.”

“What?”

I gasped as his teeth nipped into my lower lip and rasped over it. “You heard me.”

“I…” I swallowed. “You’re fucking me.”

His chuckle was hot against the bare skin of my neck as he tilted my head with the hand in my hair and bit sharply at the junction of my throat and shoulder. He smiled against my skin as I trembled.

“No, but I fuckin’ well plan on it. You wanted me to touch you, Lou, you wanted to tempt the fuckin’ beast? Well, here he is. Now, tell me has anyone been inside this young, fresh pussy, Lou?” he asked me in a way that suggested the answer had better well be no. “Anyone stretched you so much it burned but ya loved it anyway?”

I was panting loudly already but when one of his big, hot hands clamped over my panty-covered sex and he ground the heel of his palm against my clit, I struggled for breath.

“Answer me.”

I felt his command down to my bones because he had helped form me. His words in ink on paper were my Bible, his attention my place of meditation and his hands on my skin? The same hands I’d dreamt of every day for a decade. That I’d prayed for with more fervency than any virtues I’d been told to worship at church. They were my ultimate blessing.

My mind rolled like a loose marble in my sexed-up head but I still found the nerve to say, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

A snarl rolled up from his gut, through his barrel chest and into the air between us. I stared into his eyes as they stormed, whipped up like a sky at siege with itself.

“Remember you asked for this, little girl,” Zeus ordered, his face savage with desire and all I could see as he leaned over me. “You begged me to touch your pretty young pussy and now I’m not going to stop until your cum is drippin’ from my fingers like honey.”