Chapter 1. Sugar Vixen
Her real name was Bella, a lowlife Omega, but onstage everyone knew her as Sugar Vixen.
Sweet on the tongue, filthy on the pole.
She loved it—the lights, the bass rattling through her bones, the way strangers lost their minds when she climbed the pole and spread her thighs in those sky-high heels. The money was good, the attention was addictive. And best of all—nobody knew it was her.
Not her mum.
Not her new stepdad. The Alpha of Bikers Haven
And definitely not her stepbrother . Alpha Dom
Her mum had just moved into her new husband’s big house. Which meant Bella had to move too. Which meant she was now sharing walls with him—Alpha Dom. Tall, cocky, always shirtless, always smirking when he caught her sneaking glances.
Dom found excuses to strip in front of her. Shower door cracked, towel slipping low on his hips, flexing in the kitchen while pretending to reach for the top shelf. He’d lean against the doorframe while she flushed red, biting her lip, hating how her thighs pressed together on their own.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
And it was driving her crazy.
Tonight, Bella was going to pour all that frustration out onstage. Let every grind, every arch of her back be the release of all the nights she lay awake imagining her stepbrother’s body against hers.
The dressing room reeked of perfume, sweat, and dollar bills. Girls were fixing lashes, teasing hair, snapping gum. The bass from the club shook the floor like a heartbeat.
She sat in front of the mirror, tugging her thigh-high boots up, smoothing her fishnets. The white nurse outfit was cropped short, the front straining against her tits. A red cross stitched across one side, the other about to burst open. Her fishnets cut into her thighs in the best way.
She tied the sheer mask over her face—her secret armor. Out there, she wasn’t yje weak omega..Bella. She wasn’t a stepdaughter trapped in a messy family. She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite.
“Damn, baby, you look like trouble tonight,” one of the dancers purred, smacking her ass.
She smirked, twirling the little toy stethoscope. “Trouble pays good.”
“Girl, they’re already chanting your name,” her dancer-friend Babe whispered, snapping her gum. “Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! You got ’em wild.”
Bella smirked. “Good. I need to sweat tonight.”
her boss stormed in—five foot five of loud, gay drama in heels.
“Babyyyy, you’re on in three! Tonight, you better make these horny pigs empty their wallets. Milk them, break them, ruin them.” He snapped his fingers, dramatic. “You’re my golden girl. Don’t forget it.”
She winked, blowing him a kiss. “Relax, boss. I got this.”
The announcer’s voice boomed:
“Give it up for your favorite naughty nurse… Sugar Vixen!”
The crowd went insane. Bills already flying.
Bella strutted out like she owned the place. The spotlight hit her curves, glitter exploding off her skin. She twirled the toy stethoscope, lips curling under the mask.
The music dropped…dirty bass shaking the floor. She rolled her hips, bent low, hands sliding over her thighs, over her ass, up her waist, fingers teasing the first button.
Pop.
The crowd howled.
Another button undone, teasing a flash of cleavage. She turned, arched her back, slapped her ass to the beat.
The chant started:
“Vixen! Vixen! Vixen!”
She grabbed the pole, spun, climbed high, and slid down slow, her legs split wide. Bills rained, sticking to her sweaty skin. She flipped upside down, hair swinging, mask hiding the wicked smile on her face.
The nurse dress hung loose now, tits straining, nipples hard beneath thin fabric. She tugged the hem up higher, flashing the tiny red thong underneath.
The spotlight burned hotter when the four black stage-men came out, oiled and glistening. Giants beside her, all muscle, abs shining under the lights. The crowd went feral.
One lifted her onto his shoulder, spreading her thighs for the whole club to see. Another ripped open the last of her nurse dress. Buttons flew across the stage. Her tits bounced free, covered only by sparkly pasties.
“Holy fuck!” someone in the crowd shouted, throwing a fistful of cash.
One man licked the inside of her thigh, another pressed dangerously close to her thong, teasing the crowd. She moaned for show, tossing her head back, heels kicking in the air as the bass thundered.
One grabbed her waist, another ripped the front of her nurse dress wide open. Buttons flew. Her tits bounced free, covered only with shiny pasties.
She crawled on all fours across the stage, arching her ass high, shaking it while bills smothered the floor. The chant grew louder, drowning out the music.
Sugar Vixen. The people’s favorite.
She had them wrapped around her finger. And it felt so fucking good.
Backstage again, her chest still heaving, sweat dripping down between her tits. The other girls swarmed her, shrieking.
“You killed it, bitch!”
“Queen Vixen!”
“I swear, they love you more every damn week.”
Bella laughed, high on adrenaline. “Told you. Trouble pays good.”
“That nurse act? I’m stealing that next week.”
She laughed, shaking out her hair, mask still covering her flushed face.
That’s when her boss appeared again, fanning himself with a stack of bills. “VIP request, baby girl. Big spender. Real big. Make him a regular for me, okay? And don’t you dare fuck this up.”
Bella smirked, mask still on, tugging the remains of her nurse outfit tighter around her body. “Relax, boss. I always deliver.”
She strut down the hallway toward the VIP rooms, heels clicking, nerves buzzing.
But when she opened the door and saw who was waiting, her whole world tilted.
Alpha Dom.
Her stepbrother.
Sitting there in the low light, drink in his hand, legs spread wide, eyes locked on her.
The room was dim, velvet walls swallowing sound, one red lamp glowing like a sin. Bella froze in the doorway, her mask still clinging to her face. But she felt it sliding, sweaty from the stage lights.
Dom’s eyes tracked her every move.
The smirk was gone.
He looked… furious.
“What the hell are you doing here, Bella?” His voice was low, sharp enough to cut.
Her stomach dropped.
Her name. Not Sugar Vixen. Bella.
She reached for her mask, but too late—it slipped, falling to the carpet like the last shred of her double life.
Dom stood, chair scraping back. He towered over her now, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. “So this is where you’ve been disappearing at night? This is what you do instead of studying? Shaking your ass for strangers? Letting men put their mouths on you?”
“Dom—stop,” she whispered, backing up a step. “You don’t understand.”
“No, I get it now.” His eyes raked her body, still damp from the stage, nurse outfit torn open, tits barely covered. “I get why you’ve been walking around the house in tiny shorts, bending over in front of me, smirking when you think I’m not looking. You’ve been making me hard on purpose, haven’t you? Teasing me until I couldn’t sleep at night. I came here to get rid of it, Bella. To get you out of my head.”
Her lips parted, chest rising and falling fast. “You… you came here? For me?”
He laughed bitterly, stepping closer. The heat rolled off his body. “Yeah. But look at you now. You’ve made it worse.
Bella tried to push past him.
“Alpha, move.”
He slammed his hand harder against the doorframe, his chest brushing her back.
“You think you can just walk out? After I’ve seen you up there—shaking, spreading for strangers? Nah, Bella. Not happening.”
Her throat tightened.
“This isn’t your business.”
He laughed, sharp, bitter.
“You’re my business now. You made yourself my business the second you walked around the house in nothing but panties, leaning over the counter like you wanted me to look. And I did look, Bella. I fucking looked. Every night.”
She turned, her face hot, words tumbling out.
“You’re sick.”
“Yeah? Sick because I want you? Or sick because you want me back?” His eyes darkened. He leaned down, mouth at her ear. “I’ve seen your thighs press together when I walk out the shower. I’ve heard you breathing when you think I’m too close. You’ve been making me hard every damn day.”
Her breath hitched, her palms flat against his chest now. His heartbeat thundered under her fingers.
“Alpha Dom, please…”
He pressed in closer, the hard outline in his jeans rubbing her hip.
“I came here to get rid of it. To fuck someone else. To erase you from my head. But you.” His hand snatched her mask from the floor, waving it in her face. “You ruined that. You’ve ruined me, Bella.”
She shook her head, panic rising. “No—I should leave”
She spun, but he caught her wrist, spun her back, and slammed her down onto the velvet couch. His eyes locked on hers, burning.
“You’re not leaving. You’re going to give me what I’ve been dying for. You’ll do it, or I’ll tell your mum exactly what you do here.”
Her heart stopped. “You wouldn’t…”
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
“Try me. I’ll tell her about the mask, the stage name, the way you let men lick your thighs for cash. You think she won’t believe me?”
Her lips trembled. He had her cornered.
His hand slid up her bare thigh, fingers gripping tight.
“So here’s your choice, Bella. Walk out, lose everything. Or stay… and grind that sweet ass on me like you do for strangers. Right here. Right now.”
She bit her lip, shame and heat flooding her. “Alpha Dom…”
“Say it.” His voice was sharp. Commanding. “Say you’ll dance for me.”
Her eyes burned with tears, but her pussy throbbed with wet heat she couldn’t deny.
“I’ll… I’ll dance for you.”
His mouth curved into a filthy grin. He sat back on the couch, spreading his legs wide, his bulge straining hard against his jeans. He patted his lap slowly.
“Then come on, Sugar Vixen. Show me why you’re the people’s favorite.”
She stood frozen, trembling.
“Now,” he growled.
Her knees felt weak, but she stepped forward, climbing onto his lap. The heat of his body hit her, his big hands gripping her waist immediately.
“That’s it,” he muttered, grinding her down against him. “Fuck, Bella… you feel even better than I imagined.”
She gasped, hands clutching his shoulders. His cuck pressed right against her soaked panties, throbbing hard.
Her breath stuttered.
“ Dom… we can’t”
He cut her off with a low groan, hips grinding up into her.
“We already are.”
