"I'd tell you to spit in my face but we'll save the real kinky stuff for the bedroom," I joked while pretending to look slightly scared yet turned on by Ashton's aggressive touch.
You're probably wondering why I can't just go up to Victor and start hitting on him. Well, you don't have experience in being an operative or a hooker.Every girl goes up to Samarin. You can't flirt your way into his room, no matter what you think. Instead, you had to grab his attention and make him come to you. That's exactly why I needed Ashton to look like he's in charge of me; men like Samarin loved that. So Ashton grabs me a little, chokes me, makes sure the attention is drawn to my rare and curvy body.
Usually, it was a nightmare to blend in with the rest of the women around me, but my hips come in helpful in cases like this. I can thank my mother for my large behind and my hips, although I can definitely thank her for a lot more than that.
"Mhm," Ashton hummed, letting go of his grip on my neck which had forced me to look up at him. Instead, he went back to my ass. "I always knew you were coming onto me. Any other fun activities you like to participate in that I should be aware of, Zelin?"
"Yeah. I fucking love electrocution. Hand me two jumper cables and a few thousand volts; fry my fucking brains out." I drawled sarcastically.
"I always knew you were kinky," Ashton let out a low, rumbling laugh in my ear, hiding his smile in my neck. "He's coming over here."
Hook, line, and sinker.
"Hey, Sweetheart. You want me to show you a good time?" I heard from the man behind me, speaking over the loud music and taping me on the shoulder. I turned my head away from Ashton to look at Victor. He wasn't bad looking if anything he was as decent as Hans had been; good enough to be favorable with the ladies.
"I can't say no to a good time," I purred. "What do you have in mind?" I asked flirtatiously."I'm much more of a visual person, Sweetheart. How about I take you to a room in the back and I can show you just what I mean?"
The eyes of the other girls trying to sleep with the influential man burned into my body like the hot sun in the Arabian peninsula on my desert gear.
"Sure thing," I stood sensually from Ashton's lap, Victor grabbing my wrist and pulling my body against his, one of his hands finding my ass already.
"You can just call me daddy, Sugar," he spoke huskily in my ear.
"No problem, Daddy. Now show me a good time."
It didn't take much for him to pull me out of the VIP section and into a bedroom down the hall. He owned the club so it didn't surprise me that his private room was a luxurious bedroom with light wood floors and a marble wall in front of the be.
In no time my back was pressed up against the wall right next to the door, where the lock had just clicked in my eardrums. Hopefully, Ashton was already on the move to the security room to wipe the cameras. We wouldn't have much time after I killed Samarin because I needed to wait for Ashton's knife to saw off Vincent's hand. Believe it or not, that sort of thing took time.
I faked a small gasp just as Victor connected hip lips with my own, his greedy hands already kneading my ass and pushing my tight dress up my legs. I kissed him back, tasting the cigarette he had to have had less than two hours ago. That was one thing I hated; cigarettes made me sick.
Either way, I had to smile through the pain and make out with him as his hands moved over my figure, slowly bringing my dress up higher and higher before slipping it over my head and bringing his lips to my jaw. I was going to thread my hands in his silver hair but he surprised me by producing a pair of handcuffs out of nowhere and cuffing my wrists together. God damn it, he makes my life a lot more difficult.
