Page 7 of Serpent Darling
As sleep finally began to calm her, she wondered if there was a way out of the mess inside her head - and her heart.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jagger hadn't anticipated himself to be taking off Bianca's jacket so soon after putting it on, but seeing Sadie with Travis made him frustrated and tired of pushing off her advances.
When she smashed her lips to his, he took it for what it was worth - a distraction.
He'd led her into the office at the back of the bar and glanced at the private door he usually kept locked at all times. Even Sadie hadn't been allowed back there, telling her it was "just Renegade stuff that needed to be kept hidden." She'd assumed it meant guns or even drugs that had been part of the gig so many years ago before he and his dad had cleaned them up and made the gang into honest men. For the most part, anyway. You can't babysit gang members, after all.
Throughout the past year, Jagger had started to get in touch with a side that had since become a permanent part of him. The dominance in his sexuality allowed him some control over his life that constantly seemed to be falling apart in one area or another. He reveled in the knowledge he gathered,the experiences, and the release that it gave him and started allowing that part of him to indulge in it from time to time in that old storage room and had turned it into a playroom for his more intense sexual encounters.
He wanted to try Bianca out in there, if only to shove a ball gag in her mouth to get her to stop her terrible porn star moans, but he could already tell she was vanilla as shit.
"How would you feel if I tied you up, Bianca?" Jagger asked between open-mouthed kisses and grabbing roughly at her waist.
Bianca laughed. "That's so weird, Mr. Wilder."
This isn't going to work,he thought as she continued to grab at him. So much for letting out his pent-up aggression tonight.
"OOHHH YES!" Bianca was yelling even though he was only kissing her throat, roughly pushing her against the wall in the office and grabbing at the hem of her short black dress. He hoisted the skirt up and rolled his eyes while his mouth pressed against her shoulder, and she cried out again, "OH, MY GOD! TAKE ME!"
"Sure," he grumbled. "But not here, let's go upstairs."
He took one more look behind him at the locked door and led Bianca out of the office and up to his apartment, grabbing her coat off the floor as he made his way behind her.
Let's get this over with, he thought with a grimace.I can't afford to find another shot girl right now.
Sometime later, Jagger moved off the bed and pulled his black jeans back over his hips, zipping his fly and buckling up before looking down at the snoring shot girl from the evening's events.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before settling into the black upholstered chair next to his bed, content to take a few minutes before waking Bianca up and getting her out of his place.
He wasn't a monster but women didn’t stay over.
Jagger opened up his favorite app, "SecretScape," and began scrolling, liking a few posts for inspiration to use towards the novel he'd been working on since college. A memoir of sorts about how his father had raised him to be a drug mule in high school to help pay for his alcoholism. By the time he was sixteen, he was helping his father's gang bury bodies from their rivals, The Dregs. And by eighteen - well, there was a reason he took off and went to school.
Jagger took another drag and wiped some residual sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, cigarette dangling between his fingertips as he took another look at Bianca's sleeping form. He wanted to pretend it was Sadie lying there and not another random girl. He knew what he was doing wasn't exactly healthy, but there wasn't anything he could do about it right now.
Except…
"Screw it," he muttered out loud and clicked"Post New Secret"on the app. He hadn't posted a secret there before, content to indulge in everyone else's, but he felt especially broken tonight.
'I can't stop thinking about her. She's my best friend, and yet I search for her in every body that warms the bed beside me in her absence."
Before he thought better of it, it was posted and joined the other secrets in the tangled web of internet mistakes.
Slipping his phone in his pocket, he held the cigarette between tense lips, grabbed his leather jacket off the floor, and put it over his bare chest. By the time he leaned over to stub it out in the ashtray by his feet next to the bed, it vibrated in his pocket.
When he pulled it out, he grinned at the alert, saying he had a comment on his post from BookwormBarbie. He couldn't help but send her a message responding to the James Dean reference that coincided with his username.
Jagger knew he shouldn't have been so surprised they managed a decent conversation, but he was usually a closed-off individual. However, this was the age of the internet, and if you couldn't talk to strangers about your problems, who could you talk to?
When he sent the message about his bedmate being too dull for him, seeing how far he could push the boundaries, she didn'tlet him down when she followed up with her own comeback before logging off.
Beg, huh?Jagger thought with a slow grin. He felt himself harden in his jeans and let out a low curse before looking over at Bianca.
"Nope. Not making that mistake again."
Jagger went downstairs to the bar, his head pounding from lack of sleep and the sound system's bass traveling through his floorboards.
