MONICA.
Freezing in front of the client is something that Andy would consider a disgrace. In that regard, I have a clear track record.
Until now.
I’m completely petrified on the man’s lap. I can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my ass, and it feels… good. I don’t know why the hell it feels good, because right now I should be disgusted. But I’m not.
In fact, I can feel my pussy getting wet.
This hasn’t happened before. Not with any client, not with any man I’ve dated. Sure, I can chalk this up to the fact that I haven’t had sex in a very long time due to not being in a relationship, but this is just bizarre.
What is this man doing to me?
“Sir,” I manage to croak. My face heats up just feeling how big and girthy he is under there. “Sir, I need to—”
He cups my chin and makes me look at him. The rest of my words peter out into a gasp when I see his face up close.
He’s… handsome. Too handsome, in a way. Almost painfully angelic. His lips are well-shaped, his nose straight, and his hair as black as the shadows in the room, wavy with some locks hanging on his forehead. His deep-set eyes are gray, so pale that they almost lose their color in the lights. His gaze is surprisingly soft, like he can recognize how fragile I am right now and he knows he shouldn’t break me.
But the smirk on his lips tells a different story.
His teeth are perfect, like a celebrity’s, but his incisors are pointed. Maybe even sharp. It makes him look devious, as though he’s thinking of devouring me whole.
“’Sir’,” he quotes me, his voice deep and smooth with just a bit of grit that makes it reverberate through his chest. “Are you going to call me that for the rest of the night?”
I don’t know what to say. My breath is pushed out of my lungs and my heart is beating so fast I can’t even feel it anymore. He squeezes my waist, letting his hands trail down to my bare ass and kneading it. I feel his cock jumping right under me.
Fuck. Why am I thinking of bending over and letting him fuck me? Just because he’s handsome?
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the haze that semes to be hanging in the air around him. At last, I find my voice again.
“I was told that I’m here to dance for you,” I whisper. I don’t sound like my normal confident flirty self around clients. I sound like a scared little virgin. “I should… I should start doing that.”
I start to get up, but the man pulls me back down on him.
“I’m done watching you dance. I’m here to feel you.”
Roughness marks his movements now. My body slams right onto him, but now with my back turned to him. I can’t see his face. I try to get up again but he places his hand around my neck and forces me to stay.
Blood rushes in my ears. There’s a panic button in this room for emergencies, but the man doesn’t give me any chance to even try to spot it.
He parts my legs with his knees, forcing me to arch my back against his chest to find balance. His other hand finds its way to my tits. To my utter shock, he starts to take off the tassels and play with my nipples.
Pleasure darts through my body. His fingers are warm, surprisingly gentle, moving in circles around my nipples just the way I like.
I can feel his cock throbbing against me, and for some reason, my pussy just gushes. I can feel it soaking through my thong.
My eyes flutter close. I can’t believe that I’m letting a client touch me like this, and my body is responding to it by getting wetter than ever.
“Sir,” I pant, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to beg him to stop or keep doing what he wants to do.
He laughs against my ear, and the sensation travels all the way down to my groin.
A moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. His between my thighs, playing with the waistband of my thong. “You’re making me want to fuck you right here. But I can’t do that yet, can I?”
It’s a challenge, the way he said that. He twirls the string of my thong around his finger, and to my utter shock, he snaps it like it’s nothing. My thong slides down to the floor, leaving me bare for him to see.
Bare for him to explore.
This time, I squirm.
But I freeze all the same when I feel his fingers tracing my mound.
“I was watching you,” he whispers, letting his fingers travel down further until he reaches the top of my slit. “And I knew I just had to get you in here. Alone. Without all those fuckers watching.”
My gulping is audible. I look down between my thighs and see that my pussy is glistening, ready to be fucked.
Something takes over me and I try to reach down, wanting to rub it myself and reach my peak.
But the man smacks my hand away.
“Don’t cheat now,” he croons, kissing the back of my neck and eliciting a whimper out of me. “I know I can’t fuck you. But there are no rules about making you come for me, right, baby?”
With that, he slips his fingers lower and finds my clit. A gasp bubbles out of my lips. The first contact makes me buck my hips, my entrance getting even wetter at the warmth of his touch. He keeps his other hand firmly on my neck, rubbing my clit in circles until all I can do is throw my head back in pure ecstasy.
I move with him, grinding my hips against his fingers as pleasure starts to build. My muscles tense as he squeezes my neck harder. But I don’t stop him. In fact, I angle my body so he can suck on my nipple. His mouth closes around it, adding another layer of pleasure. His mouth is warm and wet and eager, and I can’t help but think about it on my pussy as he circles my clit faster and faster.
The force of my orgasm hits me like a truck. A scream erupts from my lips. I collapse against him, feeling him let me ride my climax. The haze of it feels like it’s going to stay.
But I’m wrong.
As I drape one arm over his shoulders, watching him lick my juices off his fingers, I notice something strange that even the lights can’t hide.
A stain on his shirt sleeve.
Blood. Fresh blood.
MONICA.Nausea crawls up my throat. My ecstasy screeches into a deadly halt, taking my heart along with it.I leap out of the man’s lap like a scalded animal, rushing towards the door without bothering to cover myself up. The metallic scent of blood somehow stuck to my nose, and every breath is now touched by it.“Hey,” he starts to say, but I got no interest to spare him.Struck with mindless panic, I burst out into the hallway. There’s a bathroom in the corner, and I lock myself in there, hoping against hope that the man won’t follow me here.I press my back against the door, closing my eyes.What the hell was that?Why would he have fresh blood on his sleeve?He was hiding it. It was his shirt that had the blood, and surely he has seen that before he put his jacket on.Was he the one bleeding?Or did he hurt somebody?The worst thought suddenly strikes me.What if he killed someone?A shudder creeps on my body. I wrap my arms around myself. I can’t believe I got myself in this situ
ROMAN.“What the hell are you doing?”August’s voice is the first thing that greets me as I walk through the doors. Don’t get me wrong, August is my friend and he’s usually a pleasant presence, but right now I just want him to leave me alone. Unfortunately for me, he follows me even to my chambers.I exhale sharply. “Come on, Auggie. Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you followed me all the way to my bedroom?”“I only did that because you’ve been gone all day!” he hisses, closing the door behind him. “Do you know what hell I’ve gone through dealing with the Alphas asking where the hell the King is on his thirtieth birthday? I was tempted to put on your armor and pretend you want to joust or something!”A grin etches on my lips. “That would have been fun to see.”“This is serious, Roman.” August’s face turns dark. When he calls me by my name and not my title, I do know that it’s indeed serious. “Every Alpha was angry and they were demanding answers about the north.”Immediately, my
MONICA.“Someone’s looking rough,” is the first thing I hear when I walk into the girls’ longue.Needless to say, it pulls me back down to earth. I look around to see which one of the girls said that, but only one of them is laughing. I roll my eyes. Of course it’s Elvira. No one else will hate me more than this woman does.Actually, I don’t know her real name. In fact, we don’t really know each other at all. We got hired around the same time and that was enough for her to start a rivalry with me. Every time we get out there, it’s always a competition on who gets to earn more. It gets vicious too. I remember her almost smashing a glass on my feet because she was so mad I earned exactly a hundred dollars more.Why’s it been like this? I don’t really know. I don’t think anyone here does. Elvira just hates my guts.She’s ironing her long black hair now, staring at me through the mirror. The other girls are silent, backing away into the corners. They don’t exactly like her, but they’re al
MONICA.“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the man says in his smooth voice. “I can’t help but overhear, but you should really let her go.”My breath hitches in my throat. I expect Manny to tighten his grip on me just to reinforce his dominance, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he lets go of me, turning his gaze to the man. At this point, I don’t know who I should run away from.The man is even more attractive under good light, to the point where it’s almost unfair. He’s wearing a dark gray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his heavily tattooed arm. The fabric clung to his torso nicely, emphasizing every angle. His hair is slicked back this time, his face clear for me to see. His eyes are unbelievably gray from this angle, the prominence of his black pupils making him look like a wolf.I draw in a breath when he looks at me. It’s a mere glance but it’s almost like he can see through me.“Prince charming comes to save the day, huh?” Manny chuckles. “Gotta admit, didn’t expect you to be the typ
MONICA.The darkness has spread around my vision, making it look like everything is being swallowed in black smoke. I shake my head, both as an answer to Elvira and an attempt to get rid of the haze.“No?” Elvira mocks, her heels clacking on the tiled floor as she saunters towards me. “You think it’s a request?”“I think you should leave me alone.” My lips barely move. “Please. Just go.”Her laughter echoes on the walls. “Don’t be stupid, Red. We both know that that man should have been mine. I saw him first when he came here. Andy told me to entertain him, but for some reason, you ended up alone with him in that private room.”My hands tighten against the sides of the sink. I look at her through her reflection on the mirror. Her almond eyes are scorching with anger, even with that pretty little smile on her face.“Andy told me that he asked for me specifically,” I try to explain, closing my eyes momentarily to drown the drumming pain in my temples. “I didn’t take him from you. I didn
ROMAN.One day, twelve hours, sixteen minutes, and 5 seconds.This much time, and Monica still hasn’t called me.“The Alphas should be here in a moment, my King,” August assures me, arranging the chairs around the wide mahogany table in the war room. It’s carved with the landscape of Terra Lycaon, and all I can stare at is the lighthouse at the edge of the cliff, where the portal to the Human world is. “I made sure to send them all reminders hours before the designated time.”“Hmm,” I can only say, jumping to my feet full of unease and pacing the floor.I should have just asked for her number. I should have just asked her for one more round in the private room. I don’t know, maybe I should have invited her back to my apartment in the Human world and just taken her here whether she liked it or not.Now I have to endure a meeting with the Alphas while wrestling with thoughts about her.“Is everything alright?” August peers at me. “I know it’s taking them a while, but I’m sure they’d be
CONTENT WARNING: This is a dark romance book. It explores sensitive storylines and themes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. Descriptions of such topics could get graphic. If this is up your alley, enjoy reading! * * * * *“I reject her. Now get her out of my sight.”The Alpha King’s words lash out in the air like a whip, sharp and shocking. I’m kneeling on the dais, the black veil on my head blocking nearly everything from my sight apart from the view of everyone’s shoes. Never have I gone through anything so humiliating.My entire body is shaking. I have been kept in a dark dungeon all my life. I can’t go back. This is the only chance I have to get out. No friends. No family. No parents.The only person I know is a man called ‘The Disciple’.He’s been like a father to me.“You’re meant to be the Luna Queen of Terra Lycaon,” he always told me. “I will do everything to put you next to the Alpha King… and you will take me to the top with you when the time is right.”I never
SIX YEARS LATER.MONICA.I need money. Of course I’m going to take it.The lights in the club dim down as the song approaches its end. I lie across the stage, sinking my nearly naked body on the sheet of dollar bills lying on the shiny floor.A smile is on my face, that ‘fuck me’ smirk that all the men here love. They all holler, making it rain, and I bask in it for one more moment before sweeping my loot into my arms.I like to think that I’m some sort of a bandit, a temptress who takes what she wants from men who don’t know any better. All to distract myself from the fact that I’m just a desperate stripper, spinning on a pole nearly every night in front of men who very well know that I’d do just about anything for cash.Stepping away from the spotlight to give way to the next girl, I head to the backstage to put my money into the counter.Andy comes in immediately, because god forbid any girl here takes a dollar more than their share.“The cash is all here,” I tell her, holding my a
ROMAN.One day, twelve hours, sixteen minutes, and 5 seconds.This much time, and Monica still hasn’t called me.“The Alphas should be here in a moment, my King,” August assures me, arranging the chairs around the wide mahogany table in the war room. It’s carved with the landscape of Terra Lycaon, and all I can stare at is the lighthouse at the edge of the cliff, where the portal to the Human world is. “I made sure to send them all reminders hours before the designated time.”“Hmm,” I can only say, jumping to my feet full of unease and pacing the floor.I should have just asked for her number. I should have just asked her for one more round in the private room. I don’t know, maybe I should have invited her back to my apartment in the Human world and just taken her here whether she liked it or not.Now I have to endure a meeting with the Alphas while wrestling with thoughts about her.“Is everything alright?” August peers at me. “I know it’s taking them a while, but I’m sure they’d be
MONICA.The darkness has spread around my vision, making it look like everything is being swallowed in black smoke. I shake my head, both as an answer to Elvira and an attempt to get rid of the haze.“No?” Elvira mocks, her heels clacking on the tiled floor as she saunters towards me. “You think it’s a request?”“I think you should leave me alone.” My lips barely move. “Please. Just go.”Her laughter echoes on the walls. “Don’t be stupid, Red. We both know that that man should have been mine. I saw him first when he came here. Andy told me to entertain him, but for some reason, you ended up alone with him in that private room.”My hands tighten against the sides of the sink. I look at her through her reflection on the mirror. Her almond eyes are scorching with anger, even with that pretty little smile on her face.“Andy told me that he asked for me specifically,” I try to explain, closing my eyes momentarily to drown the drumming pain in my temples. “I didn’t take him from you. I didn
MONICA.“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the man says in his smooth voice. “I can’t help but overhear, but you should really let her go.”My breath hitches in my throat. I expect Manny to tighten his grip on me just to reinforce his dominance, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he lets go of me, turning his gaze to the man. At this point, I don’t know who I should run away from.The man is even more attractive under good light, to the point where it’s almost unfair. He’s wearing a dark gray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his heavily tattooed arm. The fabric clung to his torso nicely, emphasizing every angle. His hair is slicked back this time, his face clear for me to see. His eyes are unbelievably gray from this angle, the prominence of his black pupils making him look like a wolf.I draw in a breath when he looks at me. It’s a mere glance but it’s almost like he can see through me.“Prince charming comes to save the day, huh?” Manny chuckles. “Gotta admit, didn’t expect you to be the typ
MONICA.“Someone’s looking rough,” is the first thing I hear when I walk into the girls’ longue.Needless to say, it pulls me back down to earth. I look around to see which one of the girls said that, but only one of them is laughing. I roll my eyes. Of course it’s Elvira. No one else will hate me more than this woman does.Actually, I don’t know her real name. In fact, we don’t really know each other at all. We got hired around the same time and that was enough for her to start a rivalry with me. Every time we get out there, it’s always a competition on who gets to earn more. It gets vicious too. I remember her almost smashing a glass on my feet because she was so mad I earned exactly a hundred dollars more.Why’s it been like this? I don’t really know. I don’t think anyone here does. Elvira just hates my guts.She’s ironing her long black hair now, staring at me through the mirror. The other girls are silent, backing away into the corners. They don’t exactly like her, but they’re al
ROMAN.“What the hell are you doing?”August’s voice is the first thing that greets me as I walk through the doors. Don’t get me wrong, August is my friend and he’s usually a pleasant presence, but right now I just want him to leave me alone. Unfortunately for me, he follows me even to my chambers.I exhale sharply. “Come on, Auggie. Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you followed me all the way to my bedroom?”“I only did that because you’ve been gone all day!” he hisses, closing the door behind him. “Do you know what hell I’ve gone through dealing with the Alphas asking where the hell the King is on his thirtieth birthday? I was tempted to put on your armor and pretend you want to joust or something!”A grin etches on my lips. “That would have been fun to see.”“This is serious, Roman.” August’s face turns dark. When he calls me by my name and not my title, I do know that it’s indeed serious. “Every Alpha was angry and they were demanding answers about the north.”Immediately, my
MONICA.Nausea crawls up my throat. My ecstasy screeches into a deadly halt, taking my heart along with it.I leap out of the man’s lap like a scalded animal, rushing towards the door without bothering to cover myself up. The metallic scent of blood somehow stuck to my nose, and every breath is now touched by it.“Hey,” he starts to say, but I got no interest to spare him.Struck with mindless panic, I burst out into the hallway. There’s a bathroom in the corner, and I lock myself in there, hoping against hope that the man won’t follow me here.I press my back against the door, closing my eyes.What the hell was that?Why would he have fresh blood on his sleeve?He was hiding it. It was his shirt that had the blood, and surely he has seen that before he put his jacket on.Was he the one bleeding?Or did he hurt somebody?The worst thought suddenly strikes me.What if he killed someone?A shudder creeps on my body. I wrap my arms around myself. I can’t believe I got myself in this situ
MONICA.Freezing in front of the client is something that Andy would consider a disgrace. In that regard, I have a clear track record.Until now.I’m completely petrified on the man’s lap. I can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my ass, and it feels… good. I don’t know why the hell it feels good, because right now I should be disgusted. But I’m not.In fact, I can feel my pussy getting wet.This hasn’t happened before. Not with any client, not with any man I’ve dated. Sure, I can chalk this up to the fact that I haven’t had sex in a very long time due to not being in a relationship, but this is just bizarre.What is this man doing to me?“Sir,” I manage to croak. My face heats up just feeling how big and girthy he is under there. “Sir, I need to—”He cups my chin and makes me look at him. The rest of my words peter out into a gasp when I see his face up close.He’s… handsome. Too handsome, in a way. Almost painfully angelic. His lips are well-shaped, his nose straight, and his
SIX YEARS LATER.MONICA.I need money. Of course I’m going to take it.The lights in the club dim down as the song approaches its end. I lie across the stage, sinking my nearly naked body on the sheet of dollar bills lying on the shiny floor.A smile is on my face, that ‘fuck me’ smirk that all the men here love. They all holler, making it rain, and I bask in it for one more moment before sweeping my loot into my arms.I like to think that I’m some sort of a bandit, a temptress who takes what she wants from men who don’t know any better. All to distract myself from the fact that I’m just a desperate stripper, spinning on a pole nearly every night in front of men who very well know that I’d do just about anything for cash.Stepping away from the spotlight to give way to the next girl, I head to the backstage to put my money into the counter.Andy comes in immediately, because god forbid any girl here takes a dollar more than their share.“The cash is all here,” I tell her, holding my a
CONTENT WARNING: This is a dark romance book. It explores sensitive storylines and themes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. Descriptions of such topics could get graphic. If this is up your alley, enjoy reading! * * * * *“I reject her. Now get her out of my sight.”The Alpha King’s words lash out in the air like a whip, sharp and shocking. I’m kneeling on the dais, the black veil on my head blocking nearly everything from my sight apart from the view of everyone’s shoes. Never have I gone through anything so humiliating.My entire body is shaking. I have been kept in a dark dungeon all my life. I can’t go back. This is the only chance I have to get out. No friends. No family. No parents.The only person I know is a man called ‘The Disciple’.He’s been like a father to me.“You’re meant to be the Luna Queen of Terra Lycaon,” he always told me. “I will do everything to put you next to the Alpha King… and you will take me to the top with you when the time is right.”I never