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IRIS

Last night was beyond words.

I never anticipated waking up in the middle of the night to the sensation of my hand firmly gripping Wolf’s erect cock.

You did more than gripping it, Riss.

True.

I’m placing the blame on him and his rock-hard eight-pack for invading my dreams.

His guttural moan is what woke me up. The intensity in his eyes was like a burning flame when he gazed at me, his words still resonating in my ears.

“Starling, if you don’t stop,” he groans, his hand firmly covering mine, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”

“Is this supposed to be a warning? Because I don’t see it as one.” I tighten my hold around his cock, feeling the strength and hardness in my hand.

“I’ve warned you.”

I never intended to hook up with my best friend, but holy shit, his dick matches his body, and God, does he know how to work it.

I always assumed he played for the other team, and while I know he does in some way, I never expected him to be physically attracted to me.

And the blade trailing my body?

I can feel Wolf’s powerful thrusts as my hands remain bound to the bed, his hand squeezing my throat, making it difficult to breathe.

“Fuuuck. I love the sight of you, with my hand wrapped around your throat beneath me.”

“Wolf,” I croak. “More.”

“Yeah? You want more?”

His hand reaches out towards the bedside table, fingers closing tightly around the cold metal of the knife.

“Do you trust me?” The sharp edge of the knife grazes my breast, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“If you don’t make me bleed, I might need to kill you,” I warn.

Wolf was a pleasant surprise, indeed.

Just as I replay the fantastic sex from last night in my mind, my thoughts are abruptly shattered by the sensation of someone pinching my ass. Acting on instinct, I swiftly turn and twist his wrist, observing the pain etched on his contorted face.

“I would caution you against making physical contact with a woman you are unfamiliar with.”

As his knees nearly touch the floor, I finally let go of his wrist.

He leaves in a hurry as if being chased by the devil himself, not without uttering a frustrated “fucking crazy.”

He’s the one that grabs me, yet somehow, I’m the crazy one.

Fucking men.

“Good job,” says Max behind the counter with a smile. I remain motionless and silent, but he quickly interjects, “No, you can’t jump on my counter, and I definitely don’t want a crowd of men here just to see you expose your tits.”

“One,” I lift my finger. “I never show my tits to anyone,” he lifts his brow, “on your counter,” I add. “Two,” I lift a second finger, “I have a frame tonight, so you’ll most likely get an eyeful of my boobs. And three, I said nothing. Why would you assume I’d jump on your counter?”

I’ve been performing at Sinful Sanctuary for years, but it’s been a while since the last time I came here. I love this place. And yes, I jumped more than once on Max’s bar top because I love dancing on it.

When I’m not hunting my prey or bartending, you’ll always find me here.

Ugh, I hate my job. Not killing, but bartending. I really do it because I need a cover, and nobody is aware of my activities at Sinful Sanctuary, not even Wolf.

Nobody for now except Angel, who’ll soon discover it.

I’ve seen him watching me from the darkness of his booth.

It’s not just a one-time occurrence; I’ve observed him staring at me on multiple occasions. Up close or from afar. His attempts at discretion are not as successful as he perceives them to be. Stalking is what I excel at, after all.

That’s how I know he’ll be here in 3 - 2 - 1.

“That was impressive.”

Bingo .

I hide my smile and turn my head slowly to glance at him.

Damn, he’s tall up close.

With his piercing ocean eyes, perfectly styled blond bun, and edgy nose piercing, he looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

“Do I know you?” I ask, lifting my head to look at him.

His smile highlights his perfectly white teeth, but my stoicism remains unwavering.

His presence is oozing with sexual energy, and he’s well aware of it.

My brain is experiencing an automatic shift at the mere thought of being taken by Wolf and him simultaneously.

Yeah, I think I really like this idea.

His voice slices through my daydream, bringing me back to reality. “You don’t, but you will.”

“Do you often use this as your opening line when talking to women you’ve never met?” I raise an eyebrow, attempting to conceal my smile, but I can tell he caught a glimpse of it.

I’m the queen of disguise, able to manipulate people’s perceptions to see whatever I want them to see... Quite literally.

“Is it working?”

He’s dangerous, no doubt about it. The idea of him chasing after me, knife in hand, is enough to make my heart race… and my underwear wet.

Leaning back, I am acutely aware of Max’s penetrating stare burning into the nape of my neck.

“You have some work to do,” I say as I keep my eyes on his.

“Maybe I can make up for it by getting you a drink?”

I stay silent for a moment, taking in the hushed sounds around me before finally shifting from my spot. As much as I enjoy this closeness, I have a performance coming up, and I want him to be right at the front for it.

“Maybe another time, Angel. For now, take a seat, get comfortable, and enjoy the show.” I wink at him before getting ready to perform.

The changing room is crowded with people frantically changing their clothes as I make my way in. I can sense the anticipation in the air, knowing that I am the last performer.

I trade my top and shorts for a bra that hardly provides any coverage and decide to keep my fishnet thigh-highs, pulling on very skimpy underwear that barely covers my ass.

Putting on the final touches with the wig and heels, I make my way towards the stage, ready to take my place, and patiently await the speaker to switch off the lights.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together and give a warm welcome to Mystique,” the speaker announces.

When the lights come up, a surge of adrenaline courses through me, and I eagerly embrace the cacophony of people screaming.

Angel’s face is the first thing that catches my eye as he obediently took a seat at the edge of the stage, following my instructions.

Good boy.

Mystique is out to play.

With each step I take in the middle of the stage, the music becomes my guiding force, immersing me fully in its rhythm before I lock my eyes on the pole.

As I climb it, I can feel the metal beneath my fingertips, and I spin around multiple times before smoothly sliding down.

I tune out the frantic screams of the crowd as I kneel and begin crawling towards him.

Leaning back in his chair, Angel keeps his eyes fixed on mine, his fingers creating a steady rhythm as they tap against the armrest.

Damn, he smells absolutely amazing.

Closing in on him, I motion for him to come nearer with a flick of my finger, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

Hmm, beautiful lips.

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and lean in close to his ear, my voice barely a whisper.

“Maybe I could go for a drink after all, Angel.” I playfully nip on his earlobe before tracing my tongue along his cheek, finally planting a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You got it, Vixen. Better get off this stage fast then.” Before I have time to react, his hand forcefully grips my head, pulling me closer. As he bites down on my bottom lip, a delicious sensation courses through me, prompting a blissful moan to escape from his mouth. Damn it, he’s good. “Better keep your bites private unless you’re all in for a little public display.”

“Wouldn’t mind.”

I shoot him a mischievous wink and make a swift exit, knowing that if I stay any longer, I might end up fucking him senseless right in front of everyone.

The rest of the performance is a whirlwind as I move to the music, my body becoming one with the dance until darkness consumes the stage.

The rush of adrenaline overwhelms me, my heart racing and my breath coming in quick gasps.

Fuck. It’s been a while since I performed here, and I can’t understand why because I absolutely adore the atmosphere of this place. It makes me feel alive.

Do I enjoy the feeling of people’s eyes on me? Yes, I do; there’s no doubt about it.

As I make my way out of the stage, I find myself face to face with Lee, the owner of the club.

“You did great tonight, kid,” he says, handing me a wad of cash and a sly grin on his face. “More than good.” He quickly glances over his shoulder and extends his finger, gesturing through the sheer curtain. “The tall cutie is mostly responsible for it.”

I take a look at who he’s pointing at, and my gaze lands on Angel, standing there with a sly grin.

Lee playfully bumps my shoulder, his laughter filling the air as he teases, “Hun, if you don’t take care of this Adonis, I will. You should consider performing more frequently because it has the potential to bring in a significant amount of money for you.”

I look at the cash in my hand, and indeed, it’s more than I expected.

I don’t really need the extra money; being a hit woman pays well. The Sin is just an added bonus for me.

“You want him, huh?” I lift my brow and smile.

“What?” He raises his hand, his eyes widening in apparent shock. “You can’t pretend you’re blind. This guy is a true beauty, towering at probably over 6’5”, boasting abs that surpass my wildest dreams, and captivating everyone with his piercing blue icy eyes.”

I won’t deny it. Angel looks like an Adonis. He has a magnetic pull on me, much like a flame does to a moth. His eyes are the main attraction, like a deep ocean. Unlike any I’ve ever seen before.

Before leaving, Lee playfully pinches my cheeks, leaving a tingling sensation. “Think about it.” He shouts.

No need. My decision has been made since I’ve seen him. Months ago.

Damn, it’s hot in here. My steps are deliberate as I approach the mini freezer in the changing room, my mouth watering at the thought of an ice lolly.

“Great performance tonight,” Jake says enthusiastically as he walks by, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You should come more often. We miss you.”

Jake is one of the performers here, and he greeted me warmly when I started performing. I can’t say the same for everyone.

“I will think about it,” I say with a playful wink, and he responds by planting a sweet kiss on my cheek before he walks away.

The changing room is completely vacant, with the staff already having swapped out. I’m not surprised since I was the last one to perform.

With a satisfying crack of my neck, I unwrap the ice lolly and take a bite, relishing the refreshing taste beneath my tongue.

A shiver runs down my spine as I sense him behind me moments before he appears in the mirror.

“I don’t think ice lollies are meant to be devoured like that,” he comments.

“Oh no?” Slowly, I turn and find support as I lean against the dressing table.

“No.” He closes the distance between us, his arms forming a protective cage around me. “You’re supposed to suck it.” He leans in, his tongue gliding along the ice lolly as he savours each slow, deliberate suck.

Holy moly. I was already hot, but this?

“Like this,” he whispers, his cold breath brushing against my lips. “But perhaps you could benefit from some practice.”

Maybe I do, indeed.

I don’t care if it’s a one-time shot. I don’t care if there are people around. I just want to feel his touch on my body, and he doesn’t disappoint.

His fingers forcefully snatch my wig and fling it to the other side of the room. “Better.”

His touch is deliberate as his fingers graze my face, leaving a tingling sensation that lingers as he trails them along my arm. A smirk slowly emerges at the corner of his lips as he notices the goosebumps on my body. I’m captivated by the way he moves, unable to look away.

“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.

“You do?” He smiles against mine. “Good thing because I’m going to take you right now. Right here.”

As he takes the ice lolly from my hand, I feel his other hand grip my jaw, prying my mouth open. “Be a good girl and suck it. No biting,” he warns.

“Oh no?” I raise my brow in defiance. “A bite never killed anyone, and it would be boring without a little pain, Angel.”

A low laugh escapes from him. “Vixen, you’ll quickly learn that I’m a lot of things, but an angel is not one of them. Now suck.”

Well, something I wouldn’t have expected was for him to be so… dominant. And I fucking love it.

My mouth hovers over the ice lolly, teasingly swirling my tongue around it as our eyes lock, causing a low, guttural groan to leave his lips.

“Fuck. I want to see you on your knees for me.”

With a pop, he removes the ice lolly from my mouth, leaving behind a sweet, lingering taste, before kissing me with fiery intensity.

Trying to catch my breath, I manage to say, “Are you sure you don’t want to be the one on your knees?”

“Hmm. Do we have a little brat here?” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll take care of you, but for now, on your knees.”

Obeying without hesitation, I glide my hand over his body, savouring the touch, until I eventually drop down to my knees.

I feel a rush of adrenaline as I scan the room, my senses heightened, knowing that anyone could turn up.

“Open my jeans,” he commands, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.

I run my fingers along his zipper, feeling the smooth metal before pulling it down. Without waiting for his next command, I quickly pull down his jeans and boxer briefs.

Mother of God . He’s thick. And hard.

“Eager?” With an amused expression, he lifts his eyebrow and watches as the ice lolly melts and drips from his hand.

“You tattooed your dick?” I am completely captivated, unable to tear my eyes away. The tattoo, etched onto his length, appears to be a swirling mix of shadows and fire. He’s beautiful in all his glory and already very, very hard.

“I did. Now open your mouth for me.” I do, but his low laugh filled the room. “Wider, Vixen. I don’t think you’ll fit both like this.”

Both?

I quickly understand when he drops his arm and brings the ice lolly close to his dick.

“Take both in your mouth. I know you can do it.”

He can’t help but moan when the cold touches him, causing a shiver to travel across his skin.

I widen my mouth as much as I can, determined to accommodate him and the ice lolly, resulting in a simultaneous groan escaping from both of us.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his grip on my hair becoming more intense.

I explore his taste by sucking, licking, and swirling my tongue around him, savouring the melting coldness of the ice lolly beneath my tongue. As he pushes further, the cough that escapes me only intensifies his already loud groans.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect.”

Each time, his fast and penetrating thrusts go all the way to the back of my throat. I have no doubt that my voice will be gone tomorrow because of it.

He’s already thick, but both his cock and ice lolly are almost too much for me to handle simultaneously.

“Do you like that?” My hair is clasped in his grasp, his fingers digging into my scalp, as he forces me to maintain eye contact while he remains in my mouth. “Do you like getting your mouth fucked by someone you don’t know?”

Yeah, I fucking do.

Feeling mischievous, I sink my teeth into his cock, eliciting a hair-pulling response and a tingling sensation that spreads like needles through my head.

“Tsk tsk. What did we say about biting?”

He thrusts back with such intensity that tears involuntarily spill from my eyes. The ice lolly slowly melts, causing sticky drops to trickle down my face while I feel the pulsating shaft beneath my tongue.

“I’m not ready to come yet,” he growls.

What a shame. I’m dying to taste him.

As he pulls out, the residues of the lolly fall from his hand before he forcefully pulls me up and claims my mouth. He eagerly devours the last remnants of sugar from my mouth, causing me to let out a pleasurable moan as our lips meet.

“How wet are you for me?”

Not are you wet, but how.

He is aware of the power he holds over me, and I am undoubtedly not the only one who has fallen under his spell.

I take a few steps back and lean against the dressing table, feeling its smooth surface against my back.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself?” I taunt.

“Oh, but I will.”

His cock remains uncovered as he turns his back and starts inspecting the surroundings.

What is he searching for?

He disappears into the small room adjacent, rummaging through our equipment, before returning with a pair of handcuffs and a rope.

“Kinky, are we?” I raise an eyebrow, silently questioning.

I’m up for anything and everything, so if he wants to scare me, he’s actually achieving the opposite effect.

“You have no idea, Vixen.”

He places everything he’s carrying next to me and then turns me so that I’m facing the mirror. I watch as he falls to his knees, his touch gentle and surprising, but it quickly turns into a sharp sting as the fishnet tears against his fingertips.

“Did you just rip my tights into shreds?” I ask in disbelief.

“They’re in my way. Bend over and keep quiet. I’m starving.”

The moment my bust makes contact with the dressing table, his hand swiftly find its way to my ass, delivering a powerful and stinging spank.

“Fuuck,” I whine.

“Hmm, you like that?” He firmly spreads my ass apart and slips two fingers inside my pussy, simultaneously biting down on my ass cheek, eliciting a deep groan from me.

“Fucking drenched,” he growls.

“I thought we agreed on no biting,” I manage to say, my parched mouth struggling to form the words.

The only reply he offers is his warm tongue tantalisingly teasing my asshole while his skilled fingers expertly quicken their pace inside me, evoking an ecstatic outburst from my lips.

Bloody hell.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

He responds with another firm smack on my backside, his fingers delving deeper as his mouth continues to explore my tight hole.

While it’s not usually my scene, his tongue is impressively skilled.

He seems driven by a singular purpose, moving relentlessly to ensure my pleasure is achieved in the shortest amount of time possible. And it’s working.

The sound of my scream fills the room as I climax on his fingers, his deep growls vibrating against my skin.

Gasping for air, I struggle to regain my composure, but he abruptly rises and forcefully pivots me, causing my back to slam against the dressing table.

He firmly grips my ass and effortlessly lifts me up before setting me back down.

“Absolutely divine,” he whispers, his breath tickling my lips. “Now, I’m going to fuck you.” A sly smirk spreads across his face as he picks up the handcuffs he had dropped earlier. “Hands, Vixen.” With no need for words, I stretch out my arms towards him, meticulously analysing his every motion. “Perfect.” Once he’s done, he spreads my legs apart, taking care to tear off my bra with a single, swift movement.

Fuck me. That was sexy as fuck.

“Ready for me?” Flashing a grin, he doesn’t bother waiting for a response before forcefully entering me, eliciting satisfying moans from both of us.

“Fucking tight,” he grumbles. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and give me another one?”

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath, “and I will.”

I’m putting in maximum effort to stay steady, but the tight grip of my hand is making it anything but easy. He sees it and grips my thighs tightly as he continues to thrust, causing the dressing table to shake beneath us.

The sensation of his fingers pressing around my throat overwhelms my senses, making my eyes roll back and leaving me struggling to breathe. Fuck, I really like that.

“More,” I croak.

“Fucking hell. You’re perfect.”

Leaning his free arm forward, he reaches out to grab the rope while the other arm remains steady.

He eases up on his thrust, and a low groan escapes from me, causing him to chuckle.

“Patience, Vixen.”

With precision, he stays still inside me, taking the rope and wrapping it twice around my neck before mirroring the action around his own.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Angel. Make us come.”

“Counting on it,” he gives me a quick kiss before picking up his speed and yanking on the rope, causing us both to cry out in surprise.

He lowers his head to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around, all while tugging on the rope.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I whimper.

As he does it again, I release a loud sob, feeling myself tremble in his embrace.

“Such a fucking good girl coming for me again.”

The sensation of his bite intensifies my orgasm, and my hand involuntarily clenches into his hair.

“Bloody hell, Angel. Keep making me come like that, and I’m going to pass out.” I inhale through my nostrils, desperately trying to regain control of my breath.

“I might keep fucking you even if you’re passed out,” he grunts.

Why do I believe him?

And why do I want him to do it?

New kink unlocked, apparently.

With his hand firmly on my hip, he keeps me steady while his other hand relentlessly tugs on the rope around our necks.

The sight of his eyes rolling back, deprived of oxygen, is nearly enough to make me come again.

Like a frenzy of desire, his cock plunges into me with an unstoppable force.

“You’re taking me so good. Such a fucking good girl, taking me like this.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out, feeling my third orgasm building up.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, Vixen. Show me how much you like getting railed by a stranger.”

His words ignite a feral energy within me, the sweat dripping from our bodies colliding with the intensity.

Acting on instinct, I snatch the rope and exert pressure on both sides, constricting it tightly around our necks. Our breath becomes nearly nonexistent, resulting in synchronised screams and simultaneous orgasms.

“Angel!” I scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he tightly pulls on my hair and forcefully presses his lips against mine, our teeth clashing and our tongues battling for dominance.

It’s primal, it’s raw.

Panting and breathless, he presses his forehead against mine before sliding out.

As he untangles the rope from around our necks, a red mark instantly appears on his skin, foreshadowing the mark I know I’ll soon have.

Once the handcuffs are removed from my wrists, he picks them up and brings them to his mouth, licking each mark with a sense of satisfaction.

I’m captivated as he gracefully lowers himself to his knees, tenderly kissing my belly before sliding his fingers along my inner thigh, wiping away the cum that had trickled down before pushing it back into my pussy.

“So beautiful, full of my cum.”

His tongue carefully follows the intricate contours of the snake tattoo, which twist around my thighs and extend upward to my hip, potentially allowing him to perceive the texture of the scars hidden beneath.

“That looks familiar,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin.

“Because you’re an expert on tattoos?” My breath catches in my throat.

“You could say that.” With a final kiss, he rises to his feet and tilts his head slightly. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Who the hell is he talking to?

I glance over his shoulder and fuck. I can’t see who it is through the crack of the door; it’s only a shadow, but someone is surreptitiously observing us.

How on earth did I not see him earlier?

Because you were having the best time of your life.

“You better leave now.” Angel’s voice is calm and yet menacing.

There is something captivating about him.

Without uttering a single sound, the person exits, leaving Angel and me in complete silence.

“You knew someone was watching us, and you said nothing?” I raise my brow.

He mimics me by raising his eyebrow, mirroring my expression. “If my memory serves me right, you stated you had no objections to having spectators.”

I did imply it, indeed.

He lends a hand as I carefully step down from the dressing table, and I grab my clothes to dress.

Once I finish, I turn my gaze towards him. “Well, thank you for the fantastic fuck.”

“Anytime, Vixen.” Drawing nearer, he presses his lips against mine in a gentle kiss, then trails his tongue along my neck, purposefully lingering over the spot where I know I bear a visible mark. “Anytime,” he repeats before leaving.

Well, that was fun.