Desmond

I was in my element.

And as cliché as I would sound I must say that my idea of an ideal nights out what's right now in this moment.

I owned many clubs around the country but this one was my favorite.

And even though a lot of people think that I owned so many clubs around the country was because I thought it was a good business venture, I would like to say that they were dead wrong.

Now don't get me wrong clubs were a good business venture but I could care less about the money.... I had too much of that already.

Now the reason that I had too many clubs was because I loved clubbing, simple as that... not really any complicated back story or whatever the fuck anyone was expecting.

I just loved the thrill of the night.

Today I was in the Knight Club one of the many clubs that I owned except this one was my favorite.

I had a glass of whiskey in my hands and I was seated in one of the chairs in the VIP section.

There was thick with the smell of sweat and smoke and the music was so loud that I could feel my ears burn.

Absolute perfection.

There was something about this scenery that was just so raw.

In here everyone could be themselves and unleashed their deepest desires, there was no need to pretend to be who you're not here. This was freedom.

"Lovely to see you again Mr. Knight"

I smirked when I saw her..... "Sloane, you going to come over here or not"

Now if there was one word to describe Sloane it would be fucking sexy. She was one of the workers over here at the club and she looked like a fucking meal with that fucking body suit that couldn't even house her large breasts.

Now I was not a lover boy but I liked to take care of my women, right before I ruined them.

She sauntered towards me, hips slaying with every step she took "do you need help with anything Sir?" she asked batting her eyelashes at me. At such close range I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and straining to be freed.

Sloane was my regular, and that was because she never expected anything more.

I hated those clingy fuckers.

She was wild, but she did not possess the same innocent energy like a certain freeloader over at my place.

I was thinking about her... Seriously, right now?

I needed to get fucking laid.

I spread my hands out on the couch and opened my legs "I need you to get over here and suck my cock" I growled.

Her eyes widened slightly, before she smirked. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to unbuckle my belt.

The spot we were sitting in was open, anyone could see us. I didn't care and I doubt she did either.

We had done this way too many times already.

Her lips parted as she freed my cock.

I was what they called blessed in size and girth and my Prince Albert piercing was something that I took great pride in.

That was the secrets in making women feel good.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her towards me.

"Suck,"

One word but I said it with so much commanded, and she immediately obeyed, taking me into her mouth, your lips stretching around my girth. I groaned, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild.

I closed my eyes and could not help but let my mind wander what if it was someone else with her mouth around my cock.

A little menace with a smart, out I guess I could put it to good use....

I could feel every fiber in my bones protesting, like I was doing the wrong thing, like somehow I was betraying my-

I had to snap out of it!

Sloane bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around my shaft, as she reached her hands to cup my balls. I could feel the pressure building, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

She looked up at me, her eyes leaking tears smudging her eyeliner, but she didn't stop. She took me deeper, her throat constricting around the head of my cock.

She was such a pretty crier.

"Fuck, Sloane," I growled, my grip tightening in your hair. "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like that."

You moaned around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. I could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need to release.

"I am going to come down your throat and you are going to take it like a good girl"

I pulled you off me, giving her a second to catch her breath before I pushed her back my cock.

I held her down on me until I felt her nose tickle at my pubic hair.

Damn she had no gag reflex.

With a tiny grunt I released down her throat.

She stood up and wiped her lips "well that was fun"

I got out a few dollar bills and handed it to her "next time"

"Always a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Knight"

I heard movement behind me and when I turned it was him... Andrew Smith.

I knew men like him, I mean his name was enough to tell the kind of person he was. Basic, boring and so fucking predictable.

And from the way he swallowed. I knew that he just saw everything that happened.

I smirked "can I help you?" I asked.

He cleared his throat "oh Mr. Knight you have been so hard to get a hold of" he said nervously.

"Take a seat" I said and he scrambled to sit down immediately beside me.

Fucking pussy.

"I have a business proposition for you" he said.

My eyes slid to the ring on his index finger and when he saw me looking, he quickly turned it away.

It was too late though but he did not have to know that. It would ruin the fun and quite frankly I was only just beginning.

I leaned over with an interested look in my eyes "tell me more about it"

"The Peterson Grand Hotel.... Something tells me that you will be interested in what I have to say"

"Interesting"

Desmond

"When were you ever going to tell me that you took one of my men on a rendezvous without my permission?"

Kennedie's eyes widened slightly, she looked like a mouse that had just been caught stealing cheese.

"H-own did you find out?" she stuttered.

"W-well it is my house so obviously I know everything that goes on... come on little menace I mean you can't be that stupid" I said mimicking hr. and she rolled her eyes.

It was so easy to rile her up.

"Well master, I did not know that Graham was going to be a freaking snitch" she said.

I know she was just mocking me but holy fucking goddess it did things to me.

I was up and in my face before I could even think.

"What did you just call me" my voice had dropped an octave, I was losing control.

She swallowed and my gaze followed the movement of the treat, and there was her wide doe eyes...

Haply heavens, what was this woman doing to me?

"Well umm.... Since that it what G-Graham called you I – I was just joking" she squeaked.

I took a strand of her hair and wrapped it around my index finger "be careful of what you say little mouse, or you might just face the consequences."

She nodded her head "yeas sir"

I growled

Fucking hell, this woman was going to be the death of me.

"I will be right back" I said and stormed away towards my room without a second look back. A little longer and I would have lost control and claim her the way my instincts were telling me to.

But she could not find out.

And either ways, it was never going to be possible anyway. I did not want a mate, I did not want a partner. All love ever did was hurt.

I rushed to my room, my heart pounding in my chest like it was about to explode.

I usually had more fucking control than this so I was finding it pretty hard to understand what was actually happening to me.

It was like I had no single ounce of self-control when it came to this woman.

I needed release, more than I needed air at this point.

The moment I was in my room I zipped down my fly and wrapped my hand around my dick.

I stroked myself slowly at first, savoring the sensation, my other hand pinching my nipple through my shirt loving the rough friction. I could not help but close my eyes and imagine that it was her hands on me, making me feel good.

Her mouth, her big doe eyes... What will her lips feel like wrapped around my cock, how warm will it be?

Damn I wanted this woman, but I knew that it was fucking impossible.

I was only going to keep her safe and help her to get revenge that was all.

"Fuuuuuuck"

Would she be tight bouncing on me? Her tits would fit so perfectly in my palms. How loud would she scream? What face would she make when she orgasmed?

I rubbed faster and tugged at the tip, pinching my piercing while my other hand slid down to massage my balls.

I was losing control of myself.

My eyes had gone pitch black and my canines were down, biting into my lower lip and drawing blood.

I was close, my body tensing.

I could feel the orgasm building, the pressure in my balls.

Kennedie, she was pure sin.

Sent to tempt me for some sin that I had committed in my past life.

"Fuck baby-"

Cum poured out of me to my palm in ropes into my palm.

"Damn"

It was low but I heard it followed by the footsteps rushing away.

That damn minx, she knew what happened.

I cleaned up before I went to go find her.

Why was I even doing that? I had absolutely idea. Besides I did not care, I was a catch with an extremely sexy body and even better skills.

Again, I was not proud, just extremely self-aware.

She was in her room, under her covers with her eyes closed while holding her breath.

I smirked "I know that you are not sleeping" I said but she didn't budge, just held the duvet tighter.

"Are you going to open your eyes or should I come over there?" I asked.

Still silent.

I scoffed "I am going to count to five" I said.

"Five" I took one step into her room "four", I walked even closer "three", closer "two"... "One-"

She shot out of bed "I am up god dam nit" she said panicked.

She stared at my chiseled chest and she was suddenly speechless her mouth hanging open like a fish on land.

She sat upright and raised the duvet to the top of her neck like that would be able to protect her from me.

I smirked, cute.

She cleared her throat "why did you assume that I was not sleeping?" she asked tipping her chin up stubbornly at me. Like I could not see how flustered she was.

"Well because little mince it's only dead people that don't breathe when their eyes are closed"

"Oh"

She was so dumb that it was funny.

"Now to the actual reason that I am here Kennedie" I said.

She gulped. She was as pale as a ghost.

"I didn't see anything!" she said immediately.

I folded my arms and walked closer to her "do you know what killed the cat Kennedie?" I asked.

She didn't reply, just looked up at me like there was nothing that she could say.

I decided that I would help her out.

I moved closer to her and bent down a bit so that I was eye level with her.

"W-what are you d-doing?" she asked, her eyes looked panicked.

I grabbed a lock of her hair "curiosity little mouse... it was curiosity that killed the cat" I said.

I stood up straight and folded my arms "since you are going to be living under my roof, soon we are going to have to set ground rules" I said.

She just nodded.

"Good"

I walked to the door and turned back with a small smirk "you can go back to sleeping, just don't suffocate" I said.

As I closed the door, I heard what she said.

"Fucking limp dick asshole"

Oh how I would love to prove her wrong.