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Chapter 2

Dorian

S itting in the VIP area of the club I partially own, I watch as women come and go from back rooms, hanging on all sorts of men and other women. They feel each other up and sway to the music as their drinks kick in, and they lose themselves in the atmosphere we have created here at Midnight Secrets.

Multiple people, both women and even a few men, have come up to our table to get our attention, trying to appeal to us, but not a single one has piqued my interest enough to play with.

They’re all typical.

Boring.

Ordinary.

They’re fucking pathetic in their attempts to catch my or Malachi’s attention. In all the years I have run this club with my brother, we have only found two women that appealed to our tastes. Only two were willing to take the things that we need to do to feel any amount of pleasure. And only two that were able to withstand the hunt.

Too bad they didn’t stick around, I could use a release.

“Dorian, just fucking pick one. It’s been too long, and you’re starting to get on my nerves. Just find one and put your dick in it,” Malachi sneers from next to me.

When I look over at him, he’s got this shit-eating grin on his face that seems never to leave, and before I can retort with something that would probably hurt the man's feelings, I see his eyes round out, and his jaw hit the table. I’ve seen that look once. Only once, and she was our last. The one that sucked us in so much it was hard to come back from. That was seven years ago.

When my head turns to follow his gaze, I see her. She is fucking stunning, and suddenly everyone melts away as I take her in. She looks like the Angel of Death dressed all in black. So much of her skin is showing, hinting at the fun she’s looking to have here tonight.

Her curves are hugged by a leather skirt and mesh shirt. Her perky tits are on full display for anyone to see, yet her nipples are covered by thick black X’s. They call to me, begging me to mark them. To carve my mark into each of them before taking them into my mouth.

Her heels are higher than anyone should be able to walk in, and when she turns around to talk to the pink ball of I don’t give a fuck, I see the bottom of her ass peering out from beneath her skirt. An ass so fucking perfect, it’s just begging to be filled and pumped full of my cum. Her pearly skin pushes against her fishnet stockings, looking for freedom. Freedom that I intend to give just before paddling that ass and watching as it turns a beautiful shade of red.

Just for me.

“I found one,” I mutter, slamming the rest of the bourbon in front of me.

I stand and fix my jacket with a sadistic smile on my face.

“We’re going to have some fun tonight,” Malachi whoops as he pounds his beer and bounces up from the table.

“Don’t scare her off yet. Let her relax before we move in. Just make sure no one else touches a single hair on her head. She’s ours tonight. Only ours,” I growl before stepping into the shadows to watch her.

Malachi walks off in the other direction and slides up to the bar to watch her from there. He’s instantly surrounded by multiple women who are vying for his attention, but he waves them off like the flies they are. It’s rather funny to see, honestly. The way they all pout when they don’t get the cock of one of the elusive Black brothers. It brings joy to my black soul.

But there is one thing that will bring more than joy to this cold, dark heart. And she’s standing mere feet away, playing with that striking blue piece in her hair. Twirling it around her finger as she sips on the drink she ordered. My mind is flooded with visions of what that hair would look like fisted by my grip as I fuck her from behind. Or how it would look splayed out on my satin sheets after she’s strapped into my spreader bar.

I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, digging into the teeth of my zipper. I palm myself for a moment, re-adjusting to hide the evidence of my arousal before stepping into the light. Not a second passes before a young man who reeks of desperation steps into me, his hand immediately finding my erection and dipping his lips into the crook of my neck. I give him a moment while I watch my woman’s ass sway to the beat of the music before addressing the young man.

“It would be in your best interest to remove your hand from my cock. If you so much as think about touching me again without my permission, you will lose both of your hands. Do you understand me?” I hiss.

The poor kid I just threatened instantly pales and steps away, his hands in the air before scurrying off to where ever the fuck he just came from. I should feel bad for promising such violence, but I don’t take to that shit lightly. No one touches me without my consent. Fucking no one.

Well, maybe she can.

Once I’m done with her that is.

Slowly, I make my way to the bar to order another bourbon, where the bartender scolds our usual waitress for not keeping a better eye on us. I let him know not to worry, that we are mingling tonight, and both of them visibly relax, although questioning expressions cross their faces. It’s not often we find our prey here in the club, and even the staff knows that.

Sipping away at my drink, I watch my girl with her friends as they settle into a large booth in the back of the club. Slowly, over the next half hour, all her friends pair off with other men and women and disappear into the back rooms, finally leaving her alone.

I look over and see Malachi zeroing in on her, and give him a moment to use his glowing charm before I step in and take control of the situation. We want her to be comfortable to start. Need her willing to step into the back room with us. After all, we don’t need to create a scene here. Not with this many witnesses. I don’t feel like killing dozens of people tonight. It is almost Christmas, after all.

Seeing the signal from my little brother, a two-fingered tap to the back of the chair three times, I slowly make my way over to the booth. Never taking my eyes off her. She looks up from her drink, and her eyes lock onto mine instantly. I watch her breath speed up as her chest rises and falls with every step I take closer and closer to her. There’s a lovely blush creeping across her face that reaches down to those perfect tits of hers when Malachi rests his hand across her thigh.

“Care if I join the party?” I say reaching the table.

I don’t wait for a response from either of them and slide into the booth opposite my brother, boxing in our little rabbit. Her eyes widen when she looks between the two of us. I’m sure being boxed in between the two of us is a little intimidating. We aren’t small by any means, and while Malachi exudes the whole cinnamon roll personality, I am the exact opposite. When people say I’m an alphahole and a sadist, they aren’t exaggerating. I know what I like, and it’s not for the faint of heart. Let’s just hope our little rabbit can handle it.

“I’m Dorian. I see you’ve met my brother already.”

She looks at Malachi and smiles sweetly before turning back to me.

“I have, and it’s nice to meet you, Dorian. I’m Raven. Now before you say anything else, I just want to be clear. I’m only here for one thing. It isn’t to get drunk and wooed by some low-life frat boy. I came here to be fucked by someone who knows how,” she says brazenly. “Would that be either of you? Or do I need to find someone else to get the job done?”

“Well, well, Dorian. Do you think we can give this young lady what she’s looking for?” Malachi asks, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

Hearing his tone, Raven seems to get pissed off.

“I’m not here to play games, and if you don’t think you can satisfy me, then fuck off so I can find someone who can,” she hisses, her eyes burning with rage and desire.

“We won’t be going anywhere, little rabbit. Not without you,” I growl from my seat.

This seems to only spur her on more.

“You two need to move, now. I should have known better than to think two men like you could handle me. Could satisfy me. No one has been able to yet, so why would it start now? Fuck off.”

She pushes Malachi out of her way and moves to step out of the booth. We let her. For a moment. But only for a few feet, before I step in and take control. I stand quickly and march up behind her while she’s trying to sweet talk to the same young man who had felt me up earlier. His eyes go wide when I reach around Raven and grip her throat in my large hand.

“You will not speak to another man, let alone fuck one. Do you understand me? You are our fuck toy tonight and only ours. Now be a good little slut and follow Malachi to the back before I paddle your ass right here for everyone to see.”

Her body melts into my embrace, but I can see the fire blazing in her eyes when she turns her head to look at me.

“And if I don’t?

Oh, we have a brat on our hands.

“Then let me show you what we do to little girls who don’t listen,” I smirk, steering her to a nearby booth.

I throw her body across the back of the booth and pull her skirt up to her waist. Her perfect ass is now on display beneath those annoying fishnets, and I promptly pull a knife from my boot and slice them away. She screams beneath my hold on her about how I’m ruining her clothes but goes silent when she realizes the crowd building around us and begins to fight me, trying to get away.

“Not so fast, little rabbit. If you want to be a disobedient little slut, then I’ll treat you like one,” I begin, yanking my belt from my jeans with my free hand. “Malachi! Hold her arms down.”

He jumps into the mix immediately, grasping her wrists and pinning them to the table in front of her. I let go of her, and I step back for a moment, admiring her pale skin and soaking wet pussy. I run my hand across the silky smooth skin before raising my belt and bringing it down hard across her ass. The scream she lets out sings to me in ways no one ever has. It’s like my own personal symphony.

Again. I need to hear it again.

Raising the belt, I bring it down again. This time harder, and her screams grow in volume. I groan when the belt marks welt across her perfect ass, marking an X like the ones she has plastered across her tits.

“Fucking perfection,” I grumble out.

I drop my belt to the floor and step into her again. My hard cock pushes against her bare ass as I lean across her body and tangle my fist in her jet-black hair. Gripping it hard, I yank her up until her back is flush with my chest.

“Are you going to be a good girl now? Or do I need to turn that X into a star?”

She trembles in my hold, but she pushes her ass into me more and more the tighter I grip her hair.

“Never,” she whimpers.

I grip her chin in my free hand and turn her face to me.

“Excuse me?” I bark out. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said never. You’re going to learn real quick, big boy, that I’m not a good girl. And I never will be.”

I release her chin and capture her lips with my own. They are just as soft as they look, and her tongue begs for entrance, warring to gain dominance with mine. Dominance she will never get as long as I’m around.

I roughly grab her top and rip it away from her body. Her tits bounce free and I take one into my hand. She moans into my mouth as I palm her breast, digging her ass into me more.

“You’re going to follow Malachi to the back room,” I say against her lips, locking eyes with her.

Her beautiful blues shine bright with her lust and curiosity. Something sure to get her into trouble. But then she says something I never would have expected.

“Yes, sir,” she purrs.

Fuck me. She did not just say that. That tiny bit of submission was all I needed to hear.

She’s mine now, and I’m not letting go.

Not until the day her cold, dead body lies beneath my own.

Releasing her from my hold, she confidently strides after my little brother with a bounce in her step. She’s excited. Too bad that happy mood won’t last for long. It’ll bleed out of her before the end of the night.

It’s my time to shine.