Chapter 4

Alpha Enzo’s POV

I saw a flicker of anger and hate in those alluring sea blue eyes the moment I made my offer.

The moment my eyes fell on her as she walked onto the stage with the other strippers, I couldn’t take them off her. There was something about her, like a magnetic force that I couldn’t explain. I knew I was a man who really gets attracted to beautiful and sexy ladies, but hers was different. I couldn’t just look away from her.

Watching her dance so sexily on that stage made me intrigued and yet somehow jealous. I was jealous that other men could sit and drool over her when it should only be me. When I saw her giving a lap dance to that man, I felt uncomfortable in my seat and couldn’t look away. All I wanted was to go pull her away and claim her as mine, which was insane because I had barely known her for a few minutes.

When she began twerking for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I wished I could pull her into a room and make her submit to me right at that moment, but I decided to do this the proper way. “Tell me?” I urged, and a frown spread across her face. “Like I said, I’m not a submissive. Please excuse me, I have to attend to other customers,” she said and walked away before I could respond.

As I watched her walk away, anger and frustration washed over me. Throughout my twenty-nine years on earth, I have never been rejected by a lady, but she? She was bluntly rejecting me, despite giving her an open check of what she wanted. Grunting inwardly, I took a sip of my drink and wished my wolf was still communicating with me. At least he would have helped take my mind off her.

“Fred!” I called out to my wolf, hoping that he would miraculously respond to me, but alas, he was silent, as he has been for the past six years. Inhaling deeply, I took a few more sips of my drink and moved my gaze around the club. Doms were seated with subs who were clinging to them and entertaining them. My eyes fell on a blonde-haired lady, and she smirked at me before making her way towards the bar stand where I sat.

“Good evening, sir. How is your night going?” she asked while seductively licking her lips, which somehow irritated me. Ignoring her, I sipped my drink and looked away, hoping she would take that as a sign and walk away, but she didn’t. Instead, she remained where she stood.

“You are new here, right?” she questioned while I remained silent. “Why the silent attitude? Do you already have a sub, or are you interested in someone?” she murmured, and instantly my eyes went to the red-haired girl. What’s her name again? Olivia. I watched her serving a DOM and smiling flirtatiously at him. Then why was she glaring at me a moment ago?

“Olivia?” The sub scoffed. “Are you interested in her?” She must have caught me staring.

I turned to face the blonde. “And if I am?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed lightly, a tinge of mockery in her tone. “Good luck with that. Olivia doesn't fall for just anyone. She's got her own rules.”

Her words ignited a flame within me. Rules were meant to be broken, and I wasn't just anyone. I drained my glass and set it down with a thud. “We will see about that.” I challenged. I have gotten many ladies by the tap of my finger, and this red-haired girl won’t be any different. Perhaps now she was just acting this way because she doesn’t know my identity. Once I reveal myself and take off my mask, she will be running into my arms.

“But…” the blonde-haired girl moved closer to me and trailed her fingertips on my chest. “I can do better than her in every way,” she whispered seductively, while I groaned and looked in Olivia's direction, catching her staring at us. There was something in her eyes, a flicker of anger and hate.

“Seems she is jealous,” I muttered to myself. “Why don't I make her more jealous and show her what she is missing?” I smirked and looked at the blonde. “Are you a submissive?”

“Yes, master,” the blonde responded, changing her flirtatious tone to a soft, submissive voice.

“Good! Are you free for a play?” I asked, and the submissive nodded. “Yes, master.”

“Good!” I smirked and took out a key from my pocket. “Go wait for me in room 202.” I handed her the keys, which she excitedly took and walked away, making sure to sway her hips at me.

After she left, I looked at Olivia and caught her staring at me, but she looked away and pretended to be busy when she wasn’t. I scoffed within myself because I knew she was attracted to me but was just playing hard to get, which wouldn’t be long.

Getting up on my feet, I signaled for her to come to me, and when she came, I took out some cash from my wallet and paid for my drink. “Keep the change,” I said and noticed she wanted to reject it but held back and murmured a “Thank You”.

Our glances interlocked, and I held her gaze, letting the silence between us speak volumes. Her sea-blue eyes were a storm of emotions—anger, hate, and something else I couldn’t quite place.

“Olivia,” I said, savoring the way her name rolled off my tongue. “We’re not done here.”

She straightened, her chin lifting slightly. “I believe we are,” she replied, her tone icy.

I leaned in, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. “You might want to reconsider,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding. “Because I always get what I want.”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might slap me. But instead, she took a step back, breaking the intense tension between us. “You’ll have to try harder than that,” she said, and with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me with a smirk on my face.

Challenge accepted.

As I made my way to room 202, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. I would make her mine; I would make her fall on her knees and submit to me.

Entering the room, I found the blonde already kneeling in position, her eyes cast down submissively. The sight of her did nothing to quell the fire burning in my chest. If anything, it only fueled my desire to conquer the one woman who dared challenge me. I imagined it was Olivia kneeling in such a position.

“Good girl,” I praised, closing the door behind me and stepping into the dimly lit room. “Let’s see if you can make me forget about her, even if just for a little while.”

I walked over to the couch and fixed my gaze on the submissive. She was quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as a certain someone. She had a slender, sexy shape, just as I liked it.

“I have some rules you must follow,” I spoke in a commanding tone.

“Yes, master.”

“Number one, you must not touch my face or try to take off my mask,” I warned.

“Yes, master.”

“No touching my things like my wallet or going through my things to know who I am.”

“Yes, master,” she replied obediently.

“I'm not a romantic DOM, are you okay with that?”

“Yes master.”

“And lastly, always say your safe word whenever I'm above your limit.”

“Yes, master,” she replied while nodding her head.

I glanced at her one more time before taking off my jacket. “What's your safe word?” I asked.

“Fox,” she responded softly, while I nodded my head and took off my shoes.

“Get up on your feet and strip,” I ordered, and obediently she rose to her feet and began undressing before me. I watched her seductively pull off the mini dress she was wearing, leaving her in her matching set of black lace undies. While locking eyes with me, she went for the hook of her bra, unhooked it, and let her breasts fall on display for me. I nodded in satisfaction at the sight of her erect, sizeable boobs.

“Go on.”

She went further to hold the waist of her panties and slowly slid them down, revealing her bare, smooth skin. She stood before me, completely naked, her eyes lowered in submission.

I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs as I observed her. She was beautiful, undeniably so, but as she stood there, waiting for my next command, my thoughts were still with Olivia. The challenge she presented was unlike anything I’d faced before, and it made my blood boil with desire for her.

“Go over to the bed and spread your legs for me," I commanded, my voice low and authoritative.

“Yes, master.” The sub obeyed and went over to the bed. I watched her lie on the bed on her back, and then she parted her legs for me, giving me a clear view of her neatly shaved pussy.

Groaning at the sight of it, I relaxed more on the couch and took out a cigar from the cigar box. After lighting it, I placed it in my mouth and took a long draw of it before returning my gaze to the sub.

“Pleasure yourself,” I demanded. “And make sure your eyes are on me.”