Page 9 of Roxanne

I chuckle darkly at the thought, knowing that this is exactly what I wanted. To make her so desperate for me that she’ll beg. Beg to be fucked by the man she despises.

“Stop fighting it, Roxy,” I say sternly, my grip on her waist tightening. “I know you want this as much as I do.”

Her eyes widen in shock and disgust at my words, but there’s a flicker of acceptance there too. She knows it’s true, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

“And you’re going to love it.” With that, I push down on her hips and rub my cock against her pussy through our clothes.

Roxy gasps at the contact, her arousal evident in the way she presses back against me. I can feel how wet she is already, and it only spurs me on further.

I grind harder against her, moving my hips in a torturous rhythm that has Roxy moaning in frustration.

“Please,” she whispers desperately, still trying to resist even as her body responds eagerly to mine.

I smirk triumphantly. This is exactly what I wanted – to make her beg for more while also hating herself for wanting it from someone like me. But I’m not done teasing yet.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready yet. I’m still the one doing all the work,” I say smugly before thrusting up into her center, holding in my own groan. Roxy bites down on her bottom lip, holding her moan in. She takes over, slowly rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against me.

I keep a firm grip on her hips and force her to keep looking into my eyes as she dry humps me. She hates it. She’s desperate to look away, but I won’t let her. She’ll damn well know who she’s grinding on as she comes.

Her movements slow as her eyes darken with lust, and I shake my head.

“Don’t stop when you’re so close to creaming those panties all over my cock, Little Sinner.” I can’t help but meet her movements with thrusts as she starts shaking in my arms.

“I hate you!” she gasps, as her movements become erratic. Her eyes fall closed, but I growl.

“Look at me when you come on my dick, Little Sinner.” Her eyes snap open, and she holds my gaze. “Say my name,” I demand, but she shakes her head.

Her lips fall open on a gasp as she comes, soaking my pants and shuddering in my arms. As soon as she’s finished, she launches herself off my lap.

She hits the floor with a hard thump and glares up at me like I shoved her. I ignore her attitude and stand.

There’s a damp patch on my pants from her, and the scent of her sweet arousal will stay with me all night. My cock is aching for a release, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose control like that.

Instead, I stand over her, smirking.

“See you soon, Little Sinner.”

Before I head back to the table, I head to the office at the back of the bar. I don’t bother knocking, I just shove the door open. I take three steps inside and shove my hands in my pockets.

The owner, Paul, jumps to his feet, but when he sees my face, his eyes go wide. I tilt my head to the side, remaining quiet.

I thought maybe he was unaware of who Roxy was when he first hired her, but I doubt that. The longer I stand here, silently watching him, the more he starts to panic.

“Mr. Moreno! G-good to see you here tonight!” He clears his throat. “What can I do for you, sir?” He shifts in his seat, and I take one step forward and stop. “Did your boss send you?” He means Roxy’s father. My pseudo father, and the man that stepped into my life when I had no one else.

I was just a nobody kid, that no one gave a shit about, until Roxy and her family came along.

“Do I need to tell you how you’ve fucked up, or are you not as fucking stupid as I think?” I ask, narrowing my glare.

“I thought you knew. I th-thought her father w-was aware.” Paul’s voice shakes, and I nod. I’ll just fucking bet…

“Listen Paul. I’m aware that you treat your girls here pretty well, and for their sake, and their sake only, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

Not all the clubs in this city treat their girls so well. Maybe I’m going soft, or maybe it’s the fact that he never did anything to put Roxy in harm's way. I know she loves to dance, but she must have known we couldn’t allow her to keep working here.

It might be a better club than most others, but shady ass men come here all the time. After she walked away from the table, the men I was with were saying the most vile things about her. Things that I’ll admit, I want to do to her, but that doesn’t mean I want every lowlife scum talking about what’s mine in that way…

They’ll pay for those words with their blood. William will understand.

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