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 arms out as soon as I leave the huge heap on the table. “You can check my boots. I’m not stealing from you.”
Andy, a woman in her fifties with the biggest bosom I have ever seen, just laughs at me.
She owns this club called Original Sin in downtown New York. She used to be a stripper herself until one of her regulars, a rich old Wall Street guy, decided to put a ring on it.
Now she manages about three dozen girls, sniffing out every dollar.
She puffs on a cigarette, making me gag internally. “I know you’re not stealing from me, Monica. In fact, you just gave me my biggest steal tonight.”
“What do you mean?” I ask absently, adjusting my harness. “Did someone tip me?”
“Even better. Someone requested you for private time.”
Ah. The private rooms upstairs. This is where the women do what we’re not allowed to do on stage. And no, it’s not just for a lapdance.
“Andy, you know I don’t do that.” I shake my head. “Like yeah, I know that we both know I need cash. But I’m not going in there to blow any of those idiots.”
Andy rolls her eyes. “No one is asking you to suck dick. Look, it’s a new client. He just came in here and he’s some foreign business guy. He saw you onstage and he said he wanted you. And I said I would give you to him.”
My mouth is wide open. I can think of so many colorful words to tell her, but then again, I need this job.
“And how long does he need me in there?”
“He didn’t say, but I figured I can give him whatever he wants.” Just as I’m about to complain, Andy takes out a huge wad of cash from her pockets and slaps it on the table. “Ten grand, darling. And that’s just a downpayment. He said he’s got something special for you.”
“Yeah, probably unwashed junk,” I say, unable to stop my mouth. “Andy. Come on. You can’t do this to me. I made it very clear that I don’t want to be involved in the private stuff. Don’t I earn you enough just performing?”
“No, you don’t,” she says flatly. “It’s room ten. Go on now and make me proud.”
“Andy,” I try to say, but she just slaps my ass.
Laughing, she takes away her cash and leaves. She seems to have forgotten about the money I just brought in from my dance, so I line them all up as quickly as I can and hide them in my locker.
Private room. Fucking hell. I can’t believe I’m about to go in there and give an old fat man some head.
Well, I don’t really know if it’s an old fat man, but it has to be. They’re the types who are loose with their money. The young men who come in to have fun are mostly pretty broke, thinking that twenty bucks is enough to get you all over them.
It’s not like all the young men are pleasant, either.
Taking a deep breath, I take the elevator to the uppermost floor. I catch my reflection on the mirror. My red hair is still bushed up from my stunt earlier, so I do my best to comb it down.
Apart from the dark green thong I’m wearing, there’s nothing much covering my body. Just the tassels on my nipples.
For the first time in my career, I feel exposed.
I’ve been a stripper since I was eighteen, but five years into the business doesn’t seem to have toughened me up at all. My hands are going numb right now, and I feel like it’s my first time going up on the stage.
Hell, I didn’t feel this nervous that night, and I had gone all nude.
The elevator stops and I flinch, walking out into the hallway. The number ten sign on the door at the end seems to be calling to me, and it doesn’t take long for me to get there.
I push open the door, and the first thing that greets me is the cool, musky scent of a man’s cologne.
My mouth goes dry. My nipple hardens under the tassels. The lights are dim and burning red, but I can very clearly see the silhouette of a man sitting on the couch in the corner.
And he’s not what I thought he would be.
He’s tall and muscular. I can see it from the outline of his suit. I can’t see his face but I can make out his eyes, and they’re fixed on me. Glued on me. Like I’m the only thing that exists in his world and he wants to just take me all in.
Maybe even to consume me.
The sound of my heartbeat echoes in my ears. The man beckons me to come closer. He smiles, and my breath hitches in my throat. Why does it feel like he has me tethered to a string, and now he’s just effortlessly pulling me?
I have no choice but to come closer to him, and he surprises me by looping his arm around my waist and slamming me down on his lap….
Right onto the raging erection under his pants.
“Come to me, siren. I’ve been waiting for you.”
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
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
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