𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 by A.P.Mary

17.

I start walking around the walls of the strip club checking the numbers next to the doors. I find room D23, to which I stop before entering. I check the camera inside my bra, and as I see it's working, I get in. I prevent my breath from cutting and my jaw to fall as I see who's the one that booked me. It's him. 

Luck never got away from my side.

He's lying comfortable on the sofa. His buzz cut is fresh, called it, his broad shoulders are rested comfortably against the pillows and his black eyes are piercing through mine, eyeing me from one end to another as I step into the room, closing the door before me.

"Well hello there" he speaks first, and his dark voice sends shivers down my spine. I'll like working for those bastards tonight.

"Hi to you too mister" I cringe as words roll on my tongue and as the music starts and he's eyeing me, I understand that i'm not gonna dance tonight. He smiles, patting on his knee as he holds eye contact. Remember, whatever you do, take information, no matter the situation. If it changes, you adapt. Iuliano's words were still clear in my brain, knowing that as he said this he held a knife at my throat.

I slowly walk over him, and since I see no trace of soberness in those eyes, I sit on his lap, and here's where Esra's teachings come through. As soon as your limbs are touching each other, you start questioning

"How was your day, mister?" his arm rests on my back, drawing circles on my back

"Please call me Lucas, I'm definitely younger than you " thank God. He's wasted as fuck "My day was complete shit, I got into fights, dealed with a bunch of shit and got drunk, you must have been the best part of today" I rest my hands on the insides of my thighs, and his eyes immediately drift towards them.

"You know, sharing might help you deal with them" His eyes narrow, and here comes stage two. I drop the braces of my sparkling dress. His mind completely resets, and his mind is free of suspicions. Why is it so easy?

"I guess family issues, I don't get well with my brothers and I had to handle some.." my dress is officially off, showing my matching black set of lingerie Angelo gave me. "I don't think it's allowed to go this fa-" I shush him up. The show must go on.

"What did you handle?" I get comfortable on his lap, and this time he doesn't waste a single second to answer.

"I finally tracked-oh fuck, I tracked one of my brothers and now I'm sending people to follow their every move" god he's so dumb. The fuck would you tell a stripper these things, it gives the criminal name a bad reputation.

"I'd love to hear you distress your mind. You're so stiff." I caress his face lightly with my nails, and as I go to his neck, I feel pressure on the side of my leg. He's clearly confused and wasted, but I can see hints of suspicion. I start to panic,but it doesn't last long. The lights around the room turn red, and I rise from his lap.

"Miss, this is classified inf- goddamn." I slowly go down on my knees, and I carefully unzip his pants with a swift movement. I see clearly how turned on I got him, and as I raise my eyes to meet him, I start touching him through his boxers.

"Were you saying? Mister?" His senses are thrown off, and his blood stops circulating from his brain to his other one.

"My brothers are psycho bastards; I just wait for the right moment to snap their necks one by one. It's holy shit baby." I slowly drifted down his underwear, and my tongue started drawing shapes and colors on him. His eyes were burying holes in my breasts, and for my last question, I needed a bigger distraction.

I took his arm and got it behind my bra, guiding him to take it down. I feel him touch my back and flinch, but I suck it up, take my lip in my teeth and go for it.

He doesn't think twice, and my bra falls under me, facing upwards.

"I'm drunk as hell right now, Maverine; I'm in the worst condition right now, so most probably I won't remember sh*t tomorrow. You decide if I should stay or go away."

Focus Mave, please focus. Flashbacks from two nights ago fog my memory, and his voice against my neck still haunts it.

"Do you plan something to make them pay for what they did to you?" He looks ready to refuse to answer, but as his tip touches the back of my throat, his head relaxes onto the back of the sofa and he starts laughing.

"You have no idea, baby; their fate will hit them before the anniversary of my humanity's death." He then proceeds to moan, and as he grips my hair, I close my eyes, seeing just him. His spider tattoo on the ribs, his messy hair, and his long fingers gripping my hair as he thrusts into me. I fucking hate him for that night, but I cannot deny my fault because I gave him permission to rearrange my guts.

"I'm coming, baby," and there he is, and I distance myself, still having his face plastered on the back of my eyelids, and my body vibrates at the necessity of his touch again. I'm going crazy, locked in that house full of mad people. Nisha, where the fuck are you?

I reach for my bra, and as soon as I see a black circle in the middle, I suddenly remember: he saw me sucking his brother dry, and from what a good fucking perspective.

I fucked up.