Fuck me, how much longer of this charade do I have left? I glance at my Rolex. Three hours and counting- great. I tap my fingers on the solid gold table in annoyance. If I have to make small talk with one more of these pompous twats tonight. I’m going to end up punching someone in the jaw.
Tonight is the opening night of my new nightclub – well, that’s what this façade is to the media. To me, it’s another step in paying my debt to Luca. I smirk just thinking about this arrangement. My foster brother, turned leader of the largest mafia organization in New York, had the bright idea of faking to the mob that I am taking legitimate steps to repay my debt to them. The small debt for saving my fucking life.
No longer am I Keller, the street rat boxer, scraping a life prison sentence for almost killing someone underground. Enter, instead, Keller ‘the Killer’ Russo, lined up to fight to become the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. I live and breathe fighting. Nothing beats the euphoria of releasing my inner beast and pummeling the shit out of my opponent. It’s all I’ve ever known. Only now I get to do it for multi-million dollar deals.
I run my hand along the plush leather headrest of the booth next to the dancefloor, tip my head back and close my eyes. Just three more fucking hours, I think as I take a deep inhale. The bass of the music thuds throughout my body. I take a drawn-out sip of scotch, letting the burn draw deep inside my throat, and then I survey the room. The place is filled with desperate women and these corporate assholes pining over them.
A cackle of women stops and crowds next to my booth, giggling to try to get my attention. I roll my eyes and keep my focus forward, ignoring their advances. I’m not in the mood tonight.
They obviously didn’t read the latest bullshit article about me. New York’s most eligible bachelor is off the market. Or even better, they did and they just don’t give a fuck. I am off the market, but not for the reasons they think.
The bad boy rags to riches story really gets them going, trying their luck to be the woman I finally let my guard down for and fall in love with. Just the thought makes me shudder. Most women use my wealth to fund their lavish lifestyle, pretending to be happy whilst I disappear into the night, hunting in the shadows for the Mafia and sticking my cock in the first available hole after. The only women I am interested in are the ones who scream my name while riding my cock and then make a swift exit, never to be seen again. Simple transaction, no drama and absolutely zero feelings.
Although, I suppose that’s one way to speed time up. My office is upstairs and yet to be christened. Maybe that’s something I can change tonight. That polished oak desk would look good with a woman bent over it. The thought has me shifting uncomfortably. Fuck, I just need to get out of this booth. I might have designed the place, but standing at 6ft 5 there is nowhere near enough leg room under the table to sit here all night waiting for Grayson.
The club is pulsating, bodies grinding on the dancefloor, I can smell the tequila oozing from their pores. The lights fade, giving the room an erotic vibe. I knock the rest of my scotch back in one and slam the tumbler on the table. If Grayson’s gunna be late, then I am going to have to find other ways to pass the time.
This fucking tux, it’s making my skin crawl. Even when tailor made by the best in New York, it’s hard to squeeze my bulked out frame into. I undo the button under the dickie bow, instantly becoming less claustrophobic.
Icy air brushes against the back of my neck causing my jaw to clench as I whip my head round. Fucking useless bouncers. Last entry for gold VIP was half an hour ago. I clench my fists, and shuffle to the edge of the booth to lay into them. I come to an abrupt halt and all the air barrels out of my lungs.
Holy fuck.
The room stands still as I watch her flit through the door arm in arm with a leggy blonde, the kind I can imagine gives you a fucking headache after being around for an hour.
I can’t drag my eyes off this goddess.
I watch bouncer dickhead number two smirk and stare at her ass whilst she walks by, winking at dickhead bouncer number one. Just that alone makes my blood boil and I want to rage over there to smash their ugly mugs together.
My gaze instantly lands back on her. She is stunning, like no woman I’ve ever seen. Women rarely spark immediate interest from me; I make them work for the privilege. But this one, just one look and my dick is twitching.
Rubbing my cock under the table, I try to tame him. Nearing 30 and I’m sitting here with a hard on over a stranger. Perfect.
Her dark hair bouncing around her face is a perfect length to wrap around my hand. Which would give me perfect access to pull her head back to expose her slender collarbones.
Even from this distance, her bright blue eyes are captivating, piercing straight into my chest. Her frame is toned in all the right places, with an ass I’m itching to grab. That tight black dress is teasing me. Just the thought of ripping it off and seeing what is underneath sends electric shocks straight to my dick. Fuck, I need to get a grip. I groan into my hands as I rub them down my face.
I need to stay the fuck away from this woman. I don’t know what she has done to me, but it fills me with unease. I squeeze back into the booth and re-adjust myself under the table, abruptly whipping two fingers up, signaling my bartender to get me another drink. I need to drown this out now.
Two more Scotches later and my head is back in the game, Grayson the late prick is on his way, thank fucking Christ. I need the distraction. I can’t stop my gaze from finding her in the sea of people on the dancefloor. I’m mesmerized by her passionately rapping to Eminem with absolutely no shame, right in the middle of the dance floor. From this angle, I am getting a front row seat to one of the best shows I’ve seen. Her perfectly round ass has been taunting me for the last half an hour. Fuck Broadway, this is the best seat in the fucking house. I could watch her all night.
I am clearly not the only horny fucker to notice her. Every man watches her, admiring something they can never have. While the tight-lipped women scowl at her from a distance. She’s different from the other women here. She doesn’t belong, and she clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about that. It’s refreshing.
I huff and swallow the remains of my glass, instantly pissed off at the possibility of being in the same boat as them, but if I can’t have her, sure as hell no one fucking else can.
I need to leave and have a cold—fuck that, freezing shower, and go to bed. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone to text Grayson:
KILLER KELLER
Wait till I see you in training tomorrow. Get some ice packs ready. Where.the.fuck.have.you.been?
Instantly he responds:
GRAYSON
Look forward to it *winky face*
I let out a laugh. The cocky asshole.
I shove the phone back in my suit jacket, going still as I do. Pure electricity shoots through me. What in the fuck?
A shriek next to me instinctively sets me into fighter mode. I whip my body around and thrust out my hand, grabbing the flailing woman who’s crashing toward the floor.
As soon as my hand connects with her body, a fire ignites within me, shooting straight from my hand into my cock. Fuck, I know exactly who this is.
The one woman I mentally decide I can’t and won’t have, lands straight on my lap using my dick as a joystick.
I peer down and scan her scrunched-up face, witnessing the horror flashing across it. She is now completely squinting as if she is trying to muster the strength to look me in the eye. Her hand still death grips my cock as if she is going to fall to the ground if she lets go. Little does she realize what these hands can do.
Her body pressing tightly against mine sends a warmth through me. I bring my head down slowly not to startle her and take a long breath in; she smells delicious like peaches, no doubt sweet, just like her. Again Keller- not the girl for you, I remind myself.
Smirking, I catch her left eye slightly opening. She is stiff as a board, her eyes roaming my appearance. She must like what she sees as I feel her breath hitch and her heart fluttering, visible in her slender neck.
Not thinking clearly, I lower my mouth to her ear and move her soft curls to the side. Honestly, I don’t know what possesses me; the heat flowing through my veins, her hand holding on so tight to my hard cock, or just the sheer beauty of her. A breathy moan escaped her as I breathe in the sweet smell of her. It makes me imagine all kinds of ways to make her moan even more.
‘Hey gorgeous, aren’t you supposed to buy a man a drink before grabbing his dick?’ I back away, smirking and anticipating her reaction.
Like a deer in headlights and her breathing heavy, the goddess attempts to leap off my lap, but, like fuck I am letting that happen. I tighten my grip on her ass to keep her firmly in place, where she belongs.
Something about this woman draws me straight to her. I don’t want her to leave my lap.
“Is this how you treat the man who saved you from smashing your face into the floor? I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”
I push her further to see how she will react to me.
I expect a look of disgust to appear. She seems too pure to put up with my shit. Instead, shock overtakes me as her features soften with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I open my mouth to speak and she grabs the neck of my suit to hoist herself over me, bringing her smooth leg around to straddle my lap. Now her face is just inches from mine. My breath gets more shallow as we stare into each other’s eyes. While groaning, I bring my hand across my face to try to regain some of my sanity and kick my brain back into action.
She chews her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth as she surveys me, glancing up and down my body, eating me with her eyes. Ever so slightly, she leans back, rubbing her ass right on my cock. Jesus Christ, where did this woman come from?
I cock my eyebrow up at her, enticing her to speak while trying to distract my brain from thinking about those plump red lips wrapped around my cock.
She pulls herself in closer, so we’re flushed together when she brings her lips to my ear. Concentrate Keller, ignore the feel of her breasts squashed into you. Her breath tickles my neck.
“Well Sir, thank you for saving my ass,” she rasps.
Instinctively, I groan and lick my lips with the tip of my tongue, gripping her ass, and keeping her in place on top of me. Just as I am about to reply, she slides herself off my lap, straightens out her dress, and gives me a wide smile, showcasing her perfectly straight white teeth. She then throws me a quick wink and spins on her heel, heading for the bar with an extra sway in her step as her ass moves from side to side.
I cannot take my eyes off this woman. Her innocent smile and that unawareness of how truly sexy she is masking an inner hunger. I bet she’d respond perfectly to me tightly wrapping my hand around her throat as she sinks down on my dick. Just the thought has me shifting in my seat again.
I crave more.
I want her.
“This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, Princess,” I whisper to no one. Drowning in the remains of my scotch, my stare trains on her like a hunter on his prey.
I’ve set my sights on this mystery, and I always fight for what I want.
