Page 16 of Knot So Damaged

Having her dance for me and me alone was like a fever dream. Having her sit on my lap as she moved against my aching cock made me feel pubescent again.

And having her put me in my place? Fuck, if that didn’t nearly take me to my knees.

I shake my head before downing the rest of my drink. It shouldn't surprise me that Ivan is rebottling cheap whiskey to make it appear expensive. It's a low-baller move, one he will answer for.

No one fucks with my whiskey.

It’s not hard to find Ivan. It doesn’t surprise me that he is surrounded by a few low-level goons that I recognise. What does is his current conversation with them.

“...I finally sold that Cherry bitch to Gerald. He has been after her for years. The stupid slut has always told me no to any of the … extracurricular activities if you know what I mean.”

He nudges one of the men next to him and they all descend into laughter.

He fucking sold her?

My hand twitches uncontrollably as It takes every ounce of willpower that I possess to not shoot him between the eyes in the middle of his friends.

Instead, I remain as level-headed as I possibly can as I walk over to the group.

“Gentlemen.”

It's impossible to control my growl as I step into the gap. Each of the men immediately stiffen before exposing their necks in submission.

I doubt they even know they are doing it. The move pleases something inside of me knowing that they know there is a predator amongst them.

“V-Victor, I d-didn’t know that y-you would be h-here tonight. I-I would have or-organized my best girls for y-you.”

Ivan stumbles over his words as he straightens and attempts to straighten his crumpled button down.

“Thank you, but it seems I have already found myself a gem. Care to take this somewhere private?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him in a silent gesture of telling him to fuck these goons off.

“Oh yes, absolutely. Gentlemen.” He gives them a nod before holding a hand out. “Victor,please follow me.”

I struggle to hide my snort as I follow Ivan through his club and into the backrooms. I feel a slight hint of disappointment that I don’t see mydolce ciliegiaagain.

That’s okay though. She will be seeing a lot more of me soon.

Ivan’s office is exactly what I expected. Run down and cheap, just like the rest of the establishment.

Maybe if he spent more of his earnings on the club rather than fueling his drug and gambling addictions, this place might actually be worth something.

“How can I help you, Victor? It's a surprise to see you here,” Ivan says once he is seated at the desk that seems to be ready to fall apart.

“I am buying you out.”

Ivan’s mouth drops and he stutters over his words. I raise a single finger and he immediately shuts his mouth. Pulling out my phone, I press a few buttons before putting it away again.

At the same time, a ping sounds on Ivan’s open laptop.

“Open it,” I demand.

Ivan rushes to open the document and I watch as he reads through it.

“Sign it.”

I would laugh if I wasn’t so furious at the man before me. Ivan is a disgrace to the Alpha designation. He doesn’t fight me like the many of my brethren have done in the past.

The man before me is weak. It's a pitiful sight, watching as he shakes and signs the contract handing me over complete control over the club. Overher.