Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Sarah got fired because she hasn’t learned to keep her stupid slutty mouth shut and stay out of other people’s business. Then she tried to hit me, but before she could, I kicked her in her useless cunt and sent her flying backward, where she landed on her ass.” I wave a hand in Sarah’s direction. Louise looks down at Sarah and offers her a hand, but Sarah slaps her hand away, managing to stand on her own.
“You’re a bitch, lowlife scum. You get that, right?” Sarah snarls.
I shrug my shoulders and reply, “It’s still better than what you are.”
Sarah storms off, and the back door opens again. Zuko is now standing there, filling the space with his large, muscular frame. He reaches out and grabs my hand and pulls me back out to the bar without a word. He leads me to the middle of the dance floor—a place I usually refuse to go—and pulls me to him. He doesn’t sway or move, simply stands still with his hands around my waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you work for your tip, of course,” he replies.
“What if I said I don’t want your tip?”
He leans down and whispers in my ear, his hot breath tickling me as he does, “I can give you more than just the tip. I can push all the way in.” A shiver racks my body, and I’m pretty sure he feels it as he holds me tighter to him. “Move your hips,” he orders.
“I don’t dance with strangers,” I tell him.
“I’m not a stranger.” His hands slide down to grip my ass and pull me to him until there is no air between us. I feel him everywhere. My head rests on his shoulder as we stand there in one another’s embrace.
How do we appear to the outside world right now?
Weird?
Funny?
Like we are trying to fuck but don’t know how?
Who the fuck knows.
“I hate being touched,” I confess.
“No, you don’t,” he says in my ear.
“I do. I can’t stand it,” I whisper back to him.
“You liked to be fucked and touched by me.”
Dammit! He isn’t lying, and I hate that the most. How do I like it? I mean, it’s not like we have sat there and cuddled. Ew. I shake my head at the thought of that. I despise being cuddled.
“Now move,” he says again.
I bite my lip as I move my hips, swaying slightly from side to side. “How did you get her fired?” I ask.
“I’ll answer that when you put your hands around my neck.” I do as he asks and lift my hands until they’re draped around his neck. When I peek up at him, our gazes lock, and if I were a smart girl, I would move away. But I have never claimed to be smart, and those eyes hold promises of incredibly bad, dirty, and wicked things…
He intends to do to me.
“I know the owner. I’ve done a job for him.”
“What if he had said no?” I ask, and he chuckles lightly.
“No is not a word most people understand when dealing with me.” I raise a brow at his words, knowing I have said that word more than once to him. “Except you, of course.”
“You can’t always get what you want.”
He squeezes my ass a little tighter. “Yes, I can. I have what I want right now in my arms.” I go to move my hands, but he pulls me closer and holds even tighter. “Do you want me to fuck you, Alaska?” he asks.
“No.”
“Let’s not start with lies, shall we?” I glance around and notice everyone is busy having fun, and no one is paying attention to what we’re doing.
“You’re hard,” I say, pointing out the obvious.
“I am. I did just taste something incredibly sweet and quite to my liking, actually.”
“What?” I ask in confusion.
“Your pussy was all over my fingers.” Oh. “Move your hips faster.” He bends down and kisses my neck, and I hate that every part of my body lights up like an electrical circuit at his touch. I try to move away, but his grip doesn’t loosen.
“Zuko.”
“Hmm…”
“Remove your hands.” He does so, and I turn and walk away. I pass the bar and head to the restrooms. Stepping into the ladies’ room, I go straight for the stall. I need to cool myself down. Just as I go to shut the stall door, it’s pushed open, and in strolls Zuko, closing it with his back. He leans against the door and turns the lock.
I say nothing, but I do stand there wide-eyed.
What is he doing in here?
I do the only thing I can think of—I reach for my shorts, pull them down, and step out of them, and then I touch myself.
“You remember the rule, right? No glove, no love.” I smile as my fingers slide between my folds. His eyes track my movements while his hand pulls out a condom. He undoes his belt and zipper, then pulls his cock free. It’s long, hard, and thick. Fuck, it’s beautiful. As soon as he slides the condom on, he reaches for me and lifts me up, so my legs wrap around his waist. My hands reach for the top of the door, and I hold on as he lifts me higher so I can feel him at my entrance.