Chapter 4

• *~Draven~*
• I sensed the uncertainty in her eyes, but more than that, her contrasting willingness and desire were potent enough for me to taste. I didn’t know her name and I didn’t understand why I’d decided, on a fucking whim, to transfer that much money to her. Not that it would make any sort of dent. Killing people for a living was lucrative enough to have me settled for life even though I stopped here.
• And a man of my talents cannot hope to live for that long anyway.
• All in all, the decision was rash and out of character for me but I couldn’t imagine coming here in the future and finding her on her knees for any other man. The thought seared my insides and brought forth a possessiveness I had never thought to feel. I couldn’t even recall the last time I so much as looked at a woman. Far less desired one.
• The men in my profession drowned the monotony of their lives with booze and sex for as long as I could recall. I had been different. I refused to allow feminine wiles and cravings to become my vice.
• With that being said, I switched to the present, watching as she closes the distance, picked her drink up from the table and gulped the contents down. She amused me. Why? That was yet to find a clear answer.
• “Should I just…” her voice trailed off, a nervous huff airing out of her lungs, her head tilting to the side in consideration. I could tell she was considering her space constraints, mapping her potential movements in her head.
• “I am at your disposal, princess.” I tease, “use me however you like,” I encouraged, noting the hint of hesitation and embarrassment colouring her cheeks. She nodded, hooking her hair behind her ears, a deep breath inhaled and before my eyes, I saw her transform. Nervous and indecisive into composure and confidence.
• Her eyes pressed shut, her hips swaying to the music. She was finding her rhythm. I leaned back in the leather seat. Ankle to knee, and arm elongating over the headrest. She was a fucking vision in that tiny ass dress.
• Her eyes burst open, a fascinating display of fiery auburn orbs and suddenly I was all too aware of my breathing. Her gaze locked on mine while her hands skimmed down her dress, pinching the fabric at the dip in her hips, tugging at it.
• She hiked her dress up exposing more of her curvy thighs. I hadn’t enough time to admire them from her standing position because she was already sliding onto the table. It shifted, causing the glasses atop it to clatter and roll to the floor. The sound of them shattering was drowned out by the other sounds filling the club.
• Besides, I was too busy admiring the way her silhouette gifted me a perfect view of her small waist and thick thighs. A thickness exaggerated by her being seated, her legs dangling off the edge of the table before she swung them upwards, tucking her knees beneath her in a gracefully seductive movement.
• She’d done this before.
• I was distracted by that single thought, my blood boiling to even consider it. She arched her back, leaning over. Her body moves and sways to the music in the background. Slow, deliberate movements that exaggerated every curve and line of her body. Her eyes held my gaze whenever she came up for air, especially when she crawled on her hands and knees towards me, lowering on her elbows and then shifting until her chest was lying flat on the table the rest of her body arched, soon lowering as she rolled, lying on her back, her neck and head hanging off the table and she looked up me.
• Shifting again to continue her dance. With every leg raise, back arch and arm movement, I felt my heart rate slowing. I was completely focused on every measure, her performance gripping—and arousing.
• I was no stranger to strip clubs and I can with certainty reaffirm that I had never been aroused by a woman simply dancing before me or even on me.
• She swung her legs over the edge, leaning back, her hands propping her while she raised a leg, bringing her heel up and dragging my ankle I had perched on the opposite knee down. My legs parted and in that crevice she planted her feet, giving me a knowing smile. She capitalized, using that grip to slide off the table and onto me.
• “You can back out if you want at any time,” I breathed against her parted lips after she’d wrapped her arms around my neck, her body moving against mine in a maddening rhythm but I didn’t dare touch her.
• I felt her hot breath against my skin, her head hanging back, her breasts brushing against me and yet she was silent to my words. A sinister smile tugged at my lips because I knew any thought of her fleeing was gone. I saw her eyes, staring back at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her breathing ragged. My lust and desire reflected in me.
• Her hands trailed from behind my head, moving my arms down and guiding them to her body. A silent plea reflected in her eyes and I gripped her thighs while she was straddling me, moving my hands around, cupping her ass and moving up her back and then down again. I teased at the hem of her dress, plying stray fingers a centimetre or two inside the dress and setting her skin ablaze. Her pores raised under my touch and I wondered if she was able to feel my hardening cock beneath her.
• I bet she did because there was a cloudiness in her eyes that deepened every time she rocked her hips against mine. “Slow down, princess.” I tighten my grip on one of her thighs and move my other hand to grip her hip. “Don’t want to cheat ourselves out of greater fun,” I tease and a slight shift of colour dusted her cheeks.
• “I didn’t think a man such as yourself would need to pay for sex.” She’d stopped moving, her hands coming to lay on my chest a little too comfortably. Her gaze became open and appreciative and I could tell this was her way of balancing out control.
• “I don’t,” I held her chin between my index and thumb, teasing at her lower lips and watching her mouth fall open instantly. I smirked, wondering if it was my heart or hers beating so loudly. She leaned further and I let her. Knowing that it had to be her decision.
• I wanted her. My cock was ready to be unsheathed and buried deep inside of her but I would not force her.
• Her lips found mine and I responded. Slowly, tentatively and she continued to open up. A moan echoed in her throat and I lost it, deepening the kiss. I cupped the nape of her neck holding her in place, my other hand penetrating the fabric covering her legs, burying beneath her dress to touch her bare skin. It was then I felt the literal piece of string she wore as panties.
• My hands cupped her bare ass. I explored through my hands, visualizing what she looked like beneath her clothes as we ravished each other. Her hands fisted in my hair and pulled me closer.
• My hand dipped between her legs and she ripped her lips away from mine, gasping into my mouth before I reclaimed her. I slid my hand further, her body shifting with every movement forward to allow me better access. My fingers hooked into the side of her panties, already feeling how slick and wet her pussy was for me.
• I tested her, finding her centre and drew circles around the entrance. Fuck! She was sopping and my cock flinched at the promise of being doused in her sensitizing juices.
• She moaned, tearing her lips away and gazed at me almost as if she was surprised that my fingers felt this good on her skin. Hell, I didn’t even put one in her yet. “something tells me,” my voice huskier than I intended, “that if I wanted, I could have you for free.” I chuckled, taking the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. Her head hung back, her swollen pussy getting wetter by the second. Her hips began moving against my hand, her moans echoing in my ear.
• “But you are worth every penny,” I quickened the pace of my fingers, loving how erratic her movements were becoming and when I felt her coming close to the edge I stopped. Retrieving my fingers from her and pulling my hand away out from under her clothes.
• She shot me a betrayed look and I grinned, forcing her from me and helping her back up on the table. She went willingly, eyes focused on every inch of my body as I stood.
• Her eyes drifted down my body, focusing on my engorged cock attempting to rip its way out of my trousers. “Where do we do this?” breathless and needy, alluding to us fucking and sealing the deal. I smirk, stepping in between her legs, my hands covering her ankles, pushing her legs up, her knees bending, her body naturally falling backwards until she was flat on her back against the wooden table. Her heels lie flat on the edge of the table.
• “Right here, princess,” I look down at her widening eyes, my eyes trailing over her open wide for me, knowing I was about to elevate just how open and wide she already was. “Right fucking here.”