Grabbing her arm, he hauled her up close. “Don’t think for a second you have any fucking claim over me. You’re good for one thing and one thing only, to be available for me to fuck. Get out of here, fucking crack-whore.”
He threw her off him, looking at Vincent. Tiffany crashed to the ground, and no one helped her up. She was a whore and was only looking for a man to keep her in coke. He didn’t mind being around drugs, but he didn’t take the shit himself. Some of his men had lost their lives taking shit, and he asked them to keep their habit in fucking check.
Being on the open road with no rules meant he couldn’t screw up other peoples wants either. Drug taking was not on his list, but he asked his men to keep it together.
“Follow me. She’ll be leaving soon.”
Vincent took him around to the dressing rooms as another woman came on stage. His men were surrounded by women. Devil knew when they came to town, women flocked to them.
“Lex, we’re coming in. A friend wants to meet you.” Vincent opened the door, and they found her putting on some jeans. The sexy corset had been replaced by a simple cotton bra. Devil wanted to cry at the sin of putting those babies away.
“What can I do for you, Vincent? You said I only had to dance.”
Her voice was so fucking sweet. He’d been on the road too long listening to women with attitudes who were a bit long in the tooth and too long into the lifestyle. This woman was fresh faced and … young. He’d not expected her to be so young. She couldn’t be older than twenty if that.
“Devil wanted to meet you.”
Walking into the room he realized how small she actually was. Her head only came to his chest.
“I don’t do any extras.”
“I’m not after extras. You can go, Vincent.” He didn’t wait for the man to say anything. Vincent left leaving him alone with the stunning woman with big tits. He reached out surprised when she flinched away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Okay.” She looked doubtful even though she didn’t pull away.
Did she have a man who beat her?
“Is there someone waiting for you? A husband, boyfriend?”
“No, no one.” She started to bite her lip, stuttering.
“I’m not going to hurt you at all.” He pushed some hair off her shoulder, caressing her cheek. She was heavily made up with makeup. Devil didn’t like it. He wanted to know what she looked like without all the artifice.
Bending down, he brushed her lips with his as he gripped her ass, drawing her closer. She was tense against him. His cock hardened, wanting inside her tight, hot body.
“What will it take to make you mine for the night?” he asked. All of his men would be envious of him for getting this hot little piece for the night.
Her body grew tenser if that was even possible. “I’m not a whore. I’m not for sale.”
She struggled in his arms. He lifted her up with ease, putting her on top of the vanity unit Vincent supplied for the girls to get dressed. She gasped, and he tilted her head back to look at him. “Everyone has a price. What’s yours?” He claimed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Within minutes she melted against him. The hands that had been pushing him away, gripped him tightly, wanting him. His dick wanted inside her so fucking bad.
Pressing against her hard, Devil wanted all of her clothes off and to sink into her sweetness. Cupping one of her tits he teased the nipple loving the feel of it budded against his palm. She was going to be so fucking hot to claim. He wanted his dick inside her, and he’d even forgo the condom to feel her naked cunt.
“Boss, we need you out here. Ripper is causing some fucking problems,” Curse said, grabbing his attention.
Devil pulled away from her, staring into her eyes. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
Leaving Lexie behind Devil went to deal with one of his men. His thoughts were not on the job at hand only the woman he wanted to fuck.
Chapter Two
What the hell was that all about? Lexie quickly removed her wig, grabbed her bag, and headed outside. Jenny was stood with her husband, giggling as she exited the back of the club.
“I was wondering where you got to. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?” Jenny asked.
Nodding, she said goodbye to her friends and headed out into the night. It was late, and she needed to get home to collect her son—Simon. She found herself more and more forgetting that Simon wasn’t hers. They’d been together six months so far, but it had started to feel like a lifetime. Every dance and performance she did was one step closer to making a better life for them. She paid the rent and got enough food to feed them both. After buying the necessities for him she tried to earn enough to give him toys and clothes. She even wanted to move out of the crummy apartment to somewhere nice. Listening to couples fuck and fight was not the kind of life she wanted Simon to grow up in.