Chapter 53 - 52 Pussy Made of Gold

Chapter 53: Chapter 52 Pussy Made of Gold

I expected him to pin me down, to slam me into the couch, to force me to feel how rock-hard he was against me because God knew I was already dripping for him. My body was practically screaming for him to just fuck the attitude out of me right there.

Instead. "You’re drunk."

I let out a sloppy, bitter laugh, slurring slightly as I gripped his shirt. "And? I just hope your dick actually works, Laziel. I hope you fuck good—not like that stupid, crazy bastard who knocked me up with Anastelle and the other baby... he was useless," I slurred, tracing a random circle over his chest. "Fucking thirty seconds. That’s all it took."

Laziel looked genuinely shocked. "What the fuck are you talking about, Mireya? Which man? Which other baby?"

"Your b....."

One of his men stepped in. "Don, abbiamo un problema," the guy whispered. "Il carico alla banchina... la tratta delle schiave è stata bloccata."

My head buzzed. I actually understood Italian, and my drunk brain picked out the words immediately.

"Slave trading?" I giggled, looking up at Laziel with wide, blurry eyes. "What is he talking about, Laziel? Who the fuck are you, really? Tell me. What do they mean by Don?"

"It means people know who they answer to," he said coldly.

I let out a soft, hazy laugh. "That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only one you’re getting tonight."

Before I could push further, he lifted me effortlessly by my waist and setting me down on the plush cushions.

He flagged down a waiter. "Bring a pitcher of ice water," he ordered smoothly. "No more alcohol for her tonight."

"Fuck you."

He ignored me and snapped his fingers, and within seconds, a woman standing near the entrance of the booth walked closer. Unlike the completely naked girls dancing downstairs, this one was actually somewhat dressed—wearing black lingerie and high heels, looking like she ran the floor.

"Watch her." Laziel commanded.

The woman bowed her head instantly. "You can trust me with your life, Don. I will never disappoint you."

Laziel gave me one last, unreadable look before turning on his heel and sweeping out of the private area, his men falling into formation right behind him to deal with the crisis.

I sat back on the couch, my head spinning as the music thumped through the walls.

The lady turned her head, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"Seems he’s found another toy," she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms. "Though I doubt a little girl like you will last."

I rolled my eyes, sinking deeper into the booth.

"I’m talking to you," the woman snapped, taking a step closer. "Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me."

"What do you want?" I mumbled, pressing a hand to my throbbing forehead as the alcohol swirled through my system. "Just leave me alone."

"Wait. You’re the new bitch everyone’s whispering about?"

"Excuse me?"

"You think you’re special. If he can leave his wife. Who do you think you are?" She added. "He uses sluts like you until he gets bored. I’ve heard rumors about you, but seeing you in person... you’re just a trashy whore."

"And you’re a lingerie-wearing maid managing a strip club," I grinned.

She glared at me like she wanted to strangle me, but she stayed where she was, crossing her arms and watching me like a hawk.

"I need another drink," I said.

"Are you fucking deaf? Didn’t you hear what the Don said? You’re not taking any damn thing tonight before I end up killing you right here myself."

Oh, okay. So Laziel put her life on the line to babysit me. He told her to keep an eye on me, and now this bitch was sitting here feeling like a warden.

Fine. She wanted to play big boss? I was going to ruin her night.

I waited. My head was spinning like a damn carousel, but my eyes stayed glued to her. All it took was a few seconds. Someone dropped a glass near the VIP entrance, and her head snapped toward the noise for a split second.

That was all I needed.

I slid right off the booth and stumbled past the door before she could even turn back around.

"Oh, fuck no!" I heard her scream behind me. "Get back here, you little bitch!"

I didn’t stop. I hit the stairs, my heels nearly catching on the steps as I rushed down into the main floor. The place was packed now. Men were everywhere, grinding on girls, throwing cash, downing shots.

I was stumbling, giggling to myself, completely unbothered by the chaos around me. I didn’t want a man. I didn’t want a drink. I just wanted to be free and cause fucking trouble.

Then my eyes caught movement on the upper level across the room.

Laziel.

He was stepping out of a door on the far side of the balcony. But before he could even take two steps, his eyes scanned the crowd below—and locked right onto me. His eyes narrowed.

Then I spotted the bitch on the opposite side of the balcony. She was sweating, panicking looking around like a dog that lost its leash.

A petty smile hit my face. I looked straight up at Laziel, made sure he was watching, and backed up right into the nearest man.

I threw my hands up and started winding my waist against him, rolling my hips slow and deliberate, keeping my eyes fixed right on Laziel’s face the entire time.

The restraint on Laziel’s face shattered.

I saw his hand go to his suit as he headed for the stairs to come down. On the other side, the bitch finally caught sight of me and looked like she was about to faint from fear, rushing down from her side to catch me before Laziel reached her head.

"Time to go," I muttered, laughing under my breath.

I cut away from the man, dodging through the crowd, pushing deeper into the back of the club where the music started to fade out. I didn’t care where I was going. The place was massive, stretching into dark, narrow hallways.

No music here. Just my own footsteps.

I giggled to myself, leaning against the wall for balance. "Stupid bitch is probably crying right now..."

I took another turn down a quiet corridor, completely blind to where the exit was, when I slammed right into a wall?

"Whoops..." I stumbled back.

A hand shot out, catching my arm.

"Careful, cara mia."

I blinked, trying to clear my blurry vision as I looked up. The faint red strip-lighting along the hallway hit his face. Silver hair. Cold, light blue eyes.

The creep from the booth.

Oh. Hell no.

"He’s not here to protect you," he crowded me into the wall. "Normally, we share. Laziel and I, we’re good friends. He gives me all his dumps—shares his women with me when he’s done. But I want to know how special you are that he’s holding back tonight."

He stepped closer, his gaze dropping straight to my chest. "Is this pussy made of gold or what? Tell me... I want to taste you to see why he doesn’t want to share."

His hand came up, his fingers sliding rough up my arm. Before I could pull back, he bent his head down, his tongue dragging hot and wet across the bare skin of my shoulder.

Ewwwww. I swung my hand around and slapped his arm away with everything I had.

"Touch me again and I’ll bite your fucking finger off, you creep!" I spat.

He didn’t even flinch. He just let out laughed and lunged, his hand snapping out to grab my jaw.

"Spicy," he muttered, his thumb digging into my jawline as he forced his fingers over my lips, pressing down hard until he tasted the wine on my breath. "I like a loud bitch. Let’s see how hard you ride this dick when I take you right here on this floor, and let’s see how loud these pretty lips scream when he’s not here to save you."