Page 25 of Blood Money

I slammed out of the surveillance room. In my rage, I couldn’t remember the code to unlock the viewing room, but the door on the dancer’s side was unlocked, so I slammed it open, nearly ripping it off its hinges. I knew I was out of control. I was about to cause a huge scene, and word of it could get back to my father or, even worse, to Lucien. But I didn’t fucking care. Not at this point.

Liam had defied me. I’d made the rules very clear, and he wasn’t following them. I would deal with him, but first I would deal with the man who’d dared touch what was mine. He needed to die.

I met Liam’s eyes and saw how terrified he looked. I knew he was at least as afraid of me as he was of the man who thought he could put his hands on my property. Liam’s fear only made me need to get to him more.

I punched the glass, not caring if I broke my fingers. Cracks spidered out from the point of impact. I grabbed the chair that was in the room as a prop and slammed it against the window. This time the glass shattered. Liam jumped back, and the man scrambled from his seat as I stepped through the opening I’d made, not caring if I cut myself.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man yelled.

“You should leave,” Liam told him.

I didn’t give him the chance. I grabbed the man and threw him against the wall before delivering a punch to his jaw that had his head snapping back.

“Val, stop. Please. He didn’t hurt me. I….”

I hit the man again, and Liam grabbed my arm. “Please. You’ve made your point. You’re going to kill him.”

I sure as fuck was. I hit him once more and his head banged against the wall with a sickening crack. He slid down to the floor, either dead or unconscious. I didn’t care which.

I turned to Liam, and he backed up until he pressed against the opposite wall. I moved toward him slowly, trying to get myself somewhat under control. He needed to be punished for defying me, but I wasn’t going to truly hurt him.

“Was this what you wanted?” I gestured at the man on the floor. “Did you need to pay me back so fast you offered yourself to him?”

“No, it was only supposed to be a lap dance.”

“A fucking naked lap dance? When I specifically told you they were forbidden.”

“I…Listen, please?—”

“You want this so much? You want someone to pay for it. You want a man’s hand on your cock or better yet your mouth around his? Is that what you’re going to do to pay me back?”

Liam shook his head. Tears ran down his cheeks, and a voice in my head screamed for me to pull him to me, to hold him, to soothe him, but the feral beast in me wasn’t backing down. “I’ll give you what you want. You can be my whore.”

“But you…you said you wouldn’t pay me because that would mean you were paying my debt.” He could barely breathe though his sobs.

“Forget what I said. The rules have changed.” I slipped my jacket off and tossed it on the floor. Then I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. He stared at it as I gave myself a few slow strokes. “Get on your knees.”

He wiped away his tears, and I thought he was going to protest, but he sank slowly to the floor.

“Hands behind your back.”

He did as I said, and I stepped closer, brushing the tip of my cock over his lips.

“You’re going to open these pretty lips for me, and I’m going to fuck your mouth. If you want someone to use you, it’s going to be me. Do you understand?”

He sniffled as he nodded.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good.” I glanced down and saw that his cock was fully hard, not soft like it had been with that fucking stranger. “I’m all you need. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir. I didn’t…I don’t….”

“You want this, don’t you?”

He looked up at me. There was confusion in his eyes.

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