Chapter 1
I came to Vegas to beg my friend Lila for help.
She’d been brought here by James Sinclair to repay a debt and now I was indebted to her. Because of her, James hired me to work as a waitress at his strip club “The Black Dahlia”.
My mother’s medical bills were piling up and I was barely holding down two jobs at home. Call me selfish but I took advantage of my best friend’s situation for my own personal agenda. Lucky for me, Lila understood.
However, that night I came to Vegas changed everything for me.
The night started out innocent enough. Lila had taken me out clubbing at one of James’s clubs. One minute we were dancing and the next Lila was dragged off by James and I’d come face to face with the most gorgeous male I’d ever seen. Just the mere sight of him was enough to stop any protest that was about to leave my mouth at my friend being taken away. He was just over six feet and there was muscle everywhere. His eyes were a deep smoky colour and he had a full bottom lip that was just begging to be nipped.
“Darius.” He’d said by way of introduction just before he took me in his arms and motioned for me to dance with him.
I glanced from him back to where James was walking off with my best friend and it was like a lightening bulb went off in my head.
I put a hand on his arm to stop him from dancing and I had to shout over the music for him to hear me.
“You’re the Darius that slept with Lila.” I accused.
He gave me a half smile and put his hand on my hip again to get me moving. He leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“I wouldn’t call what we did sleeping babe.”
I flushed and he ran a finger down my cheek but I wasn’t so easily distracted.
“Where is James taking Lila? I know he sent you here to distract me.”
He raised an eyebrow at my perception.
“James just wants some quality time with his girl.” He said with a shrug, “Why don’t you stop thinking so much and just dance with me.” He motioned for the bartender who caught his eye and mimicked shots.
In no time, we were doing shots at the bar and I was laughing like a loon at something Darius had said. I also found myself telling Darius my entire life story.
“So next thing you know I’m here in Vegas and working at James’ strip club.”
“I see.” Was all he said handing me another tequila shot.
I downed the shot and sucked at the lime wedge and shimmied as the burn went down.
Darius just watched me amused.
“Honestly, I think I’d make a great stripper.” I continued.
“You’ve definitely got the body for it.” Darius agreed, assessing me from head to toe. I noticed his eyes lingered on my flared hips and more than generous breasts barely contained in spandex.
I knew I was attractive. Some might even call me exotic. Due to Caribbean heritage I had honey toned skin which allowed me to get a deep tan as I had now from running outdoors during the week and my hair was jet black and hung down my back in waves almost to my waist. Said waist was tiny which was in direct contrast to my hips which gave me an hourglass figure. I couldn’t help but agree with Darius’ assessment of me.
“Right?” I slapped the counter.
A slender blonde sidled up to Darius’ side and I noticed she ensured she brushed her breasts against his arm.
“Hi Darius.” She breathed totally ignoring my presence.
Darius shot her a flirty smile. “Fiona.”
“Wanna dance with me?” Her hand was resting on his thigh now and he took it into his hand and give her a little twirl.
“I would love to, sugar but I’m with a friend right now. Rain check?”
The blonde glanced at me and if looks could kill..
“Sure.” She smiled brightly at Darius before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
When he turned back to me, I was scowling.
“I don’t need a babysitter.” I said hotly. “If you want to go dance with her you can.” I pointed to the dance floor where blondie was grinding with another equally hot blonde.
He was back to giving me that look as if I amused him. I wanted to smack him.
“I don’t need your permission, babe.” He said turning back to the bar, “Besides, we’re having so much fun.”
I eyed him skeptically but the tequila shots were going to my head and the room was starting to sway, or was that me?
“I think I better head up to my room.” I said, sliding off the bar stool I’d been sitting on and nearly toppled to the floor if Darius hadn’t grabbed me and caught me up against his chest.
“Easy there babe.” He put an arm around my waist, “I’ll walk you up.”
“That’s totally unnecessary.” I slurred clinging to him.
He didn’t answer but I handed him my room key when we got to the elevators and noticed that he’d already pushed the button for my floor. I could feel the tension in the elevator and I knew he could feel it too. I noticed he avoided looking at me now.
When we got to my room, he unlocked the door and motioned me in but didn’t try to follow.
I was in Vegas. Nobody knew who I was here. I could be anyone or do anything I wanted. No one would ever know. What was the saying? What happened in Vegas stays in Vegas? Well I was hoping a lot would happen. Especially with Darius North.
“Come in.” I said boldly holding open the door, our bodies barely a foot apart.
I saw his body tense and he actually looked unsure of himself.
“I don’t think-“
I reached up and kissed him. My mouth covering his lips and I did what I ached to do all night long. I nipped at that bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.
I heard a hiss leave his mouth and then he lifted me against him, pushing me inside the room. I heard the door close with a click and then I was pressed against the wall, Darius’ body held mine as our mouths devoured each other.
His hands reached behind me to grab my ass and press me more firmly against him. I could feel the hard length of him against my lower stomach and my pussy ached wanting to be filled.
I started sliding the straps of my dress down and had barely reached my stomach when Darius’ hands stopped me.
“Don’t, Deidra.” His breathing was uneven, “You’re drunk.”
Was he for real?
I scoffed at him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had drunk sex before Darius.”
Before he could answer, I pushed the cups of my bra down to show him exactly what he’d be missing and was satisfied to hear the groan leave his lips as his eyes latched on to my swollen nipples.
“Fuck.” I heard him mutter.
I cupped a rounded globe and offered it up to him and he didn’t even hesitate as he took it into his mouth and sucked hard.
I cried out at the sharp bite of pain as he bit down and then soothed with his tongue.
“Hold them up for me, baby, yes just like that.” He praised as he moved to the other.
I started squirming and he pushed me back with his hands on my shoulders and tossed me on the bed. He dragged my dress all the way off me and rid me of my bra with the same intensity.
“You’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you baby?”
I assumed that was a rhetorical question so I didn’t answer.
I lifted my arms over my head and parted my legs so he could see how damp my crotch was.
His eyes immediately locked on to me and he licked his lips. I just wanted to bite them all over again.
He knelt between my legs, and instead of peeling my underwear off, he gripped the sides and ripped them off my body.
My eyes widened and my pussy creamed even more.
“You’re such a bad girl, Deidra.” He told me, but I could tell he approved.
“Maybe you should punish me.” I taunted watching as his eyes took in my trimmed pussy glistening with its creamy pink lips.
“Maybe I will.” He leaned over and took my mouth then in a heated kiss.
I arched my back and rubbed my nipples against his shirt covered chest seeking relief. Back and forth. My hands of their own volition slid down his body to rub his cock through his jeans creating a delicious friction. I felt him harden beneath my fingers.
His hand slid down between us and I felt two rough fingers push inside my pussy hard.
I gasped into his mouth and when I opened my eyes I noticed that he was watching me with those smoky eyes of him that had now turned to liquid silver.
His fingers moved in and out of me and he did it in time with his tongue in my mouth. I kept my eyes on his and as if obeying some silent command, my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
He covered my mouth with his muffling my scream but his fingers continued their torment on my pussy.
I felt his thumb reach up and circle my clit as his fingers thrust in and out at a steady pace, building me back up again. I squirmed against him.
I pulled my mouth away from his and tried to push him off me but he was too strong. He held my wrists down to the bed with one hand.
“Get inside me now.” I panted pushing my hips up to his in invitation. I wanted him inside me when I came again.
“No.”
What the fuck?
“Did you just tell me no?” I asked shocked, his thumb put more pressure on my clit and I forgot my question as I started bucking against his hand as I came again.
He started sucking my on nipple again and the thumb on my clit became relentless.
I stopped asking questions at that point as he forced orgasm after orgasm from me until I passed out from exhaustion.
