CHAPTER ONE
RIGGS
A few weeks later...
I’M A SICK FUCK! I have eyes for the only innocent thing that remained untouched in this fucking club, and I wanted to sit her on my cock and have her call me daddy. Like I said, a total sick fuck.
Luna had been staying at my place for the last couple of months. I found out she was eighteen, so young. She mostly kept to herself, all quiet and shy. But boy was she a beauty. My cock was ready to play house anytime she came near me. Those bright blue eyes sparkled on that beautifully sun kissed skin every time she looked at me. Her raven black hair flowed down her back, and although she was petit, a little over five-feet-tall, she had curves that wouldn’t end, especially those two luscious tits that stared at me every time she bent over to serve a drink. They were more than a handful and I kept thinking about sliding my dick up between them, my cum coating that beautiful chest of hers.
Every member’s eyes were on her and I wanted to tear their fucking heads off. She would always smile and laugh off their advances, but when it came to me it was obvious she was seeking my attention. She would brush up against me every time she saw a chance and I’d find her staring at me constantly from the bar. Her eyes would dart down when I’d catch her, her cheeks would get flushed and my cock would strain against my jeans seeking her attention. She was the sweetest thing I had ever laid eyes on, and I wanted to devour every inch of her.
I had cameras set up in my apartment in case of burglars or unwanted guests arriving. In the last few weeks, I’d watch her from my computer in Grayson’s apartment. She was so fucking beautiful, there were times I couldn’t wait to get home just to catch a glimpse of her watching television on my couch, or lying on my bed. If I was lucky I’d get home just in time to see her get out of the shower. She’d drop her towel in my room and my hand would automatically grab my cock, enjoying how she poured lotion on her body and combed her long hair, airing herself dry. Her actions were so damn sensual they had me exploding in mere seconds.
Like I said, I’m a sick fuck.
I wasn’t such an asshole, every now and then I’d wait until she left the apartment and I’d go down and leave her some cash, sometimes even fill up her refrigerator. I even got curious to where she went and wound up following her a few times as she looked for jobs, applying as a waitress or part timer anywhere she could.
If my voyeurism wasn’t enough for you, I’m so fucked up that I actually waited until she went to bed and crept into her room, staring down at her sleeping form. She looked so beautiful and delicate sleeping on my bed. If I was lucky I’d find her wearing the tiniest thong and the sheerest of tank tops. The material would roll up her stomach exposing her tight stomach muscles.
If I was any other man I would have taken advantage of her, but I wasn’t just any man. This woman had become my obsession. I craved her, yearned for her. I fucking needed her, and I was not going to hurt someone that special. I had to admit that in those nights, it would take everything in me to leave her alone. I wouldn’t touch her, not without her permission, but my cock begged for release, and night after night I’d stroke it by her bedside, groaning her name as I came.
A couple of nights ago she disappeared on me. I couldn’t find her anywhere that morning and I was growing desperate by the hour. I kept thinking that something bad had happened to her, that her foster father had come back for her, or that someone had stolen her away from me.
I was feeling down and anxious as I sat with Grayson and Wolf guzzling down beer after beer. Meg, our bar manager at the time, had come up to the brothers informing us she had hired a new girl, a dancer, and wanted us to keep an eye on her. Ravenous wasn’t an easy place to work. The Hell’s Lovers had a rule, any woman who worked for the club was to be respected, even if she didn’t respect herself. Cause believe me, there was plenty of pussy around, and not all of them wanted or needed our protection. They lived off our VIP members and that’s what Ravenous was for. Offer a safe haven filled with all the comforts and all the pussy you could handle.
As I sat there, drinking my beer and feeling slightly buzzed, a shimmer of red caught my eye. My jaw nearly dislocated as I spotted her heading towards me. She looked fucking stunning in a deep red negligée, with black garter belts that swept around a perfectly sculpted ass. The vixen had followed me to Ravenous. I could tell it was her first night learning the ropes and she looked slightly timid. But she had gained some confidence since I had last spoken to her and she knew she looked like a goddess in black stilettos.
Jade, our veteran dancer, came up beside her wearing an emerald green bikini that was flooded with dollar bills. She was counting the money as she led my baby girl up onto the platform and into the private lounge area. “Boys this is Luna! Meg told me to show her around, make sure you boys know the new hire.”
“Hey Jade, why don’t you give me a lap dance?” Seth grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.
“Baby, you can’t afford me.”
The brothers all laughed but my eyes remained on the young innocent girl I had rescued. She looked down at me and blushed, but the girl had balls, giant brass ones, because she headed right for me. I took in her long legs as she strolled towards me. She was filling out nicely and her hips swayed seductively as her hands played with the frill at the end of the negligee. When she reached me, she leaned down and whispered huskily to me. The words that came out of her mouth made my mouth water and my cock jump at the chance to be inside of her.
“Teach me to be yours, Riggs. Please.”
I took in what she said and I froze. For a brief minute I held her gaze, and then I scowled. Immediately, I stood up and sauntered off.
Okay…I ran off.
But what was I supposed to do, take her right there. I’m thirty-three years old! Not a young guy by any means. She could do so much better than me. Especially with my sick fetishes. Besides I was aggravated and mad as hell at what she was doing. She didn’t have to do this, I could take perfect care of her.
I was so furious I made my way straight to Meg. If there was anyone to blame then Meg would have to take the brunt of it. The woman had been working at Ravenous for years and knew how to manage this club top to bottom. She was well respected and we all knew better than to question what she did, but she was about to get a piece of my mind.
“What the hell, Meg? You can’t hire that girl.”
She continued to wipe down the counter and didn’t even look at me. “And why not?”
“Because she’s too damn young, that’s why!”
She had the audacity to smirk. “You’ve got a lot of nerve telling me how to manage my people, Riggs.”
“You either fire Luna, or there will be hell to pay.”
She slammed the rag on the counter and look me dead in the eye. “Girl is young, lost, and she needs a job. I’m not throwing her out on the streets.”
“She’s not on the streets!”
“And you know that how?”
I couldn’t answer her question, so I just pointed at her and walked away. I had to give it to her, she was going to fight me tooth and nail. So, I went up to Wolf instead. If there was anybody who would understand me it was the Prez.
“So you don’t want her to dance,” he asked, staring back at me.
“Fuck no! She’s too damn young, barely legal. She’s doing this to get back at me.
“And you know her?”
I nodded. “Just trust me, please. Put her to clean tables, serve, anything else, just don’t make her dance.”
Wolf sighed and shook his head. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
Needless to say, Luna didn’t dance that night, or any other night for that matter. I was glad when a week later Meg let me know that Luna was given a job behind the bar. If you weren’t a Hell’s Lover’s old lady, then the safest place was behind a counter.
I had gotten my way that night, but who knew for how long. My sexy vixen was turning out to be more than a handful. One that I gladly wanted to handle, right on my lap, with her ass in the air, while I spanked her for being a bad little girl.
Fuck, if she wasn’t driving me crazy.
Following her around like a lost puppy, making sure she was okay, making sure no fucker touched her, pining for her heart and craving her body every day. This shit was going to be a lot harder to control than I thought.