Prologue
I swirled my whiskey, surveying the club's familiar chaos. Darren's friends had spared no expense. The private section's plush couches and dim lighting offered a relative sanctuary.
The thumping music got on my nerves. Could this night end already? A blonde dancer walked over, her gaze locked on Darren. Oh boy. My brother shifted uncomfortably, gesturing toward me. "I'm good, try my brother, he's single."
Darren can be a lot of things but a cheat is something we Mikelson can proudly beat our chest and say, "We aren't cheats."
I stare down the blonde, lazily observing her. Her face is so colorful and it makes me want to gag. Who the hell torture themselves that way?
Blondes aren't my thing to begin with, I glance over to the boys totally ignoring her.
Calvin intervened, drawing her attention. He thrived in this environment; I didn't.
Ron, one of Darren's friends, yelled over the music, "Yo Clark, no one's catching your eye tonight?" I shook my head, disapproving.
Calvin nudged me, his grin stretching wide. "Check her out, Clark."
My gaze followed his nod, locking onto the lady wrapped around the pole. Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. What the hell?
She slid down the pole, her hips swaying with confidence. I couldn't look away. As she crawled toward the men at the front, my gaze held hers, sparking a connection.
I want her.
Her olive skin shimmered under the spotlight, accentuating every sensual curve. She seemed out of place among the rowdy crowd. These men didn't deserve to witness her beauty. They can't handle such a heavenly deity, they don't know how to appease her.
A fucking goddess.
I signaled the bouncer, my voice low. "Private room. Her. Now."
Calvin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Darren, lost in his phone, didn't notice.
The bouncer nodded, disappearing into the sea of bodies. Moments later, he reappeared, whispering something in her ear. Her gaze met mine, a hint of surprise and conflict flickering before she nodded.
The bouncer ushered her into the private room, the space designed in shades of pink and red. Leather restraints and velvet-covered toys adorned the walls, a pole right in the middle of the room.
Her gaze swept the room with an unreadable expression. Our eyes met, and I sensed a spark of curiosity and fear
"You haven't been called to a private room before, have you?" I positioned myself on the seat, unbottoning two buttons of my shirt.
She shook her head timidly, her eyes held an innocence and I've never wanted to ruin anyone the way I want to ruin her.
"What's your name?" Drawing her in to my thighs. The fear I sensed made my cock twitch in my pants.
"Unicorn." Her voice barely a whisper.
"Your real name, Unicorn." I asked, drawing circles on her back.
"I can't reveal that, Sir." The way the sir rolled off her tongue made me want to devour her.
"Call me Clark."
"Clark." Fuck
"Dance for me, Unicorn."
She licked her lips, and I realized that I wasn't the only one crazy fucking turned on right now.
"There are certain rules about private rooms."
I shook my head, unable to keep my gaze from burning holes in her body, over her lingerie, over her leather boots.
First you have to pay me for being here, well not me but him." She gestured towards the bouncer that walked in as if on cue, then she put a hand on her hip, looking so impatient and so hot.
Instantly, I rummaged through my pockets Calvin had thought it'd be a great idea to put wads of cash in it and I've never been so proud of such an idea until now.
I throw the cash towards the bouncer and Unicorn's eyes widened in surprise. Was it too little? Heck, If they wanted my entire company I will sign it over to them this minute.
"Is this enough?" I barked out, growing impatient and needing privacy with my girl.
The bouncer whose nametag read Rando, picked the cash up and counted it, "Yes it is, enjoy your session."
"Dance. Now." I gritted out.
She started dancing, and I leaned back, needing to memorize every detail of this— of the way her legs gripped the pole as she swung, the way her hair brushed against her face.
The low light, the loud music that I've never liked and the tension all combined with the heated gaze in her eyes, like she wanted me and me specifically. Her timidity long gone, this is her home, her zone. Now I understood why Jezebel had Ahab wrapped around her fingers.
Unicorn is my Jezebel and I will be damned if I let another man touch her.
There was something so daring in the power battle between us; I was supposed to hold all the control in this room, but the reverse was happening, she owns this room—the power in it. She was captivating me, with every sway and every drop she was summoning a devil that I didn't know dwelled in me, she was putting me under her spell, until I wanted to offer her everything, not just more money for a session. She wanted me to offer her my life, my soul and my entire being. What she doesn't know is she's owns it all, she has it all. No questions asked.
And then she bent over, I was distracted by the fact that her ass was now in my face, that I could see a shadow of her lips through the fabric.
I shifted—everything in me shifted, trying to make more space for myself in the room that's become so hard to breathe in, but it was useless.
And then she faced me, a hand on each of my knees, and she spread them wide so she could dance between them. She turned again so her ass was in front of my face, so close that I could make out each curve and stretch mark, my fingers traced the flower tattoo that graced her ass.
The thought of another man seeing this, touching her and tattooing her ass made my blood boil. I want to be the only one able to touch her.
If that'd mean being a tattoo artist then great, I will be one!
She guided my hands to her hips and moved them down to her side and then back to her ass, for tonight she was my boss. I lightly spanked her earning a low moan from her. She sounds so fucking perfect.
She turned to me, her face inches from mine. My hands run through the straps of the skimpy top. I could outline her nipples from it. She's wearing too many fucking clothes.
She sat in my lap, grinding her ass softly against my raging erection and laying her head back against the crook of my neck.
I growled out, jealousy seeping in "I bet you do this with all the guys who come in here."
"Just you," she said in a soft cry, wriggling against me, the friction against my dick making me groan quietly. "You were right, I've never been in a private room before." My hands held her hips in place, directing the pace of her movements on me. I'm not sure what feels better, knowing I'm her first private dance or her body on mine right now. Both.
"You know," she said, in that same low, sultry voice, "I have never done this, but if you want, please touch my pussy."
My Unicorn was begging me, her pleas sent my cock through different phases and I nearly came in my jeans.
"You don't have to beg me, Unicorn."
I slowly let my hand wander from her neck, down past her breasts to the gentle rise of her belly button. I sent light circles around her pussy, a loose spiral across her lower stomach and inner thighs, drawing closer and closer, and when I finally grazed her clit, I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I'd been holding, her little bud hard and excited.
She sighed at my touch her hips rocking tiny little rocks into into my finger needing more than just my finger massaging her clit, I was beginning to lose track of everything that wasn't her cute little pussy. Did she think I couldn't make her feel good?
Fuck, this won't be enough at all. I need more than my fingers, I need to bury my entire being in her.
I moved my fingers while I lowlyhummed in her ear. "What do I get when I make you come?" She laughed but it immediately faded into a large gasp as I pressed her harder against my fingers. I bit at her collarbone and at the soft cloth around her covered nipple, her wetness trembling against my fingers, and then she came with a sharp noise, bucking aimlessly against me as I held her tighter, worked her harder, draining every last drop of pleasure from her climax.
Her body relaxed in mine but I wasn't, I licked my fingers clean.
"You taste so good, Unicorn." I purred in her ears.
The large bang on the door snapped us both out of whatever daze we were in.
"Time's up, Bro. We need to leave now."
Fucking hell.
"Leave without me, I'm busy." I barked out.
"Renee got into an accident, Darren can't hold it in." Renee is Darrens fiancée, getting into an accident a day to the wedding is fucking not what anyone planned.
I turn to Unicorn, her eyes still glazy from her orgasm.
"I'll be back for you, Unicorn. Don't dare forget me."
"Okay."
"What's my name?"
"Clark."
"Clark Mikelson, Unicorn. Don't forget."
