Greedy Girl (7 Deadly Sins)

“What are you doing?” I ask, coming into the office.

“Kiernan is taking the night off, so we have to work the floor.”

“Ooh, really? The floor?” I ask. I’ve never even been to the club at night before. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. You’ll be up here until we close.”

“What?” I ask.

“You’re not old enough to be the club, Kitty.”

“Are you serious?” I ask incredulously.

“Don’t be mad, lass. I can’t be losing my liquor license,” he says, pulling me closer to him.

“Then I’ll just wait at home.”

“No. I want to know that you’re up here waiting for me,” he says.

“Waiting for what?”

“Waiting to take my dick.”

“Can’t I take it now?” I ask, running my hand over his chest.

“It’s not you, at all. I know how girls are, especially when the guy is you. Looks like you.”

“I need to get down to the floor,” he says before kissing me. Then he’s out the door, with its shut firmly behind him.

Well, this sucks. I sit down at his desk and wait like a good girl. Eventually, I can hear the music pumping from downstairs. The floor is shaking with it. I love music, especially the dark kind like this that gets my blood pumping. The urge to find my man fills me.

Disobeying his wishes, I leave the office and make my way down the hallway. The industrial-style landing lets me see everything that’s going on down below, but I don’t think they can see me. I spot Kellen over by the bar. He’s not drinking. I watch him watch the room. It’s ladies’ night, and I don’t like the amount of attention he’s getting from the girls at the bar.

Without thinking, I take off down the stairs and stake my claim on my man.

“What are you doing, lass?”

“I thought we established that I’m greedy. I don’t share,” I say, looking pointedly at the girls down the bar.

“I know you’re greedy, Kitty. I hope I haven’t given you a reason to think I’d ever be interested in anyone who isn’t you.”

“What about you? Don’t you see how all these men in here are looking at you right now?” he asks, reaching for my wrist and pulling me toward him. He spins me around so that my back is to his chest, and I can see the dance floor.

“What other men?” I ask. I can see no one but him.

“You can’t be serious. You have to know that they are all staring at you,” he whispers, making me shiver.

“Nope. Nothing. Take me home,” I say.

“I can’t wait that long,” he says. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the bar, through the kitchen, and out into the deserted alley. Out of the way, tucked on the other side of dumpsters and recycling bins, I find myself backed up against the wall. He’s kissing me, and nothing else matters. Roughly, he turns me toward the brick.

“Kellen, please,” I moan softly.

“Put your palms flat on the wall, and shut your beautiful mouth. If anyone hears your sweet moans, I’ll fucking kill them,” he growls in response.

I bite my lip. The little bit of pain keeps me from coming right then and there without really being touched yet. He lifts my dress over my ass, and all I can hear is his belt and zipper as he opens his pants. He drags his cock down the crack of my ass, making me think he’s going to own that hole as well, before he pushes into me. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me over and over.

“Kellen, please,” I beg, louder than I mean to.

“You must want someone to die, lass,” he warns. He reaches around and rubs my clit with his magic fingers, his other hand now around my throat. Seemingly, I am floating above myself, watching this happen to me. “Be quiet,” he roars. It’s loud enough that it echos off of the wall. Then, I feel him fill me with his seed yet again.

Each time we’ve made love, he’s come inside of me. We haven’t talked about what that means, but I know what it means for me.

Suddenly, the dark, starless night sky above us opens up. In seconds, I am drenched, just like my pussy. Without a care in the world, he roughly pulls out of me and turns me to face him. I put my arms around his neck. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slides his still hard dick back into me. In order to calm myself, I breathe deeply, the air surprisingly fresh now. Spring-like.

“I love you,” I tell him, letting him dominate my senses and my body. I love everything about him and everything he does to me.

“I love you too, Kitty. Marry me. Soon.”

“Yes,” I moan, loving the fact that he’s telling, not asking, me to be his wife.