Page 32 of Blood Money

“He’s always an asshole, but he’s not all bad.”

“I know.” I polished off the last of my water and held out my glass to Tyler so he could refill it.

“Some people don’t see anything other than the killer he can be.”

I shrugged. “He let me work here. He didn’t have to do that.”

Tyler leaned on the bar and lowered his voice. “He wants to keep you.”

“No… It doesn’t mean…he just wants to earn as much interest as he can and keeping me here longer means a bigger payback.”

“Speak of the devil.” Tyler inclined his head toward the back of the club.

I turned to see Val walking toward the bar. He was glaring at Tyler who stood up straight and took a step back from me. “I was just keeping him hydrated for you Mr. Marchesi.”

“Your mouth is going to get you killed one day.”

He shrugged. “Probably.”

“Was he bothering you?” Val asked me.

“No. He’s been great. He always brings me water after I dance, and he’s helped me get adjusted to working here.”

“Good.”

“I’m friendly but not too friendly,” Tyler said.

Val narrowed his eyes. “Keep it that way.” He turned to me. “Did I miss seeing you on stage?”

“Yes, but I’m on again in an hour.” The look he gave me made me shiver. “What?”

“I’m considering whether I want to have you now or wait until I’ve seen you dance.”

I thought about how rattled I’d been the other night. No way could I have put on a decent show after that.

“What’s wrong? You promised to be at my beck and call?”

“Nothing’s wrong, sir.”

His smile told me he knew I was lying. “Worried I’ll wear you out?”

“Umm….”

“It’s all right, I would. That’s why I’m going to make us both wait.”

“Hands over your head. I want to cover you in cum.”

I did as Val said, raising my arms and leaning back in the chair.

He stood above me, working his cock hard and fast; precum dripped from the tip, and I knew he was close.

“I want you dripping with it, I want you to smell like me, taste like me. You won’t be able to deny that you’re mine.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I wanted that too. I knew how crazy it was, but it didn’t matter, I wanted to be owed by Val.

With a groan, he came. Spunk shot from his cock, over and over, coating my chest, my stomach, and my still hard-as-fuck cock.

He braced himself on the arm of the chair and dragged in ragged breaths.

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