Page 11 of Not Your Hero

“Cory. How’s the night going?”

“Good. I was just checking in about the drinks tonight,” he keeps his tone low so no one else hears him. I pay him good money to keep his mouth shut, but once this is over between Emerson and me, I’ll kill him, too, just to cover my ass.

In this equation, I’m not the hero. I’m not exactly the villain, either. I suppose I’m somewhere in the middle of the two. The grey area.

“She’ll be here, and everything will be the same,” I tell him. He smiles and gives me a nod before turning and walking away, and I continue my way up the stairs.

I reach my office and shove the door open before stepping inside and crossing over to the window. I can watch the entire club from here. I can see who’s doing what and what I need to handle. I had it built this way for that very reason.

I grab my chair and pull it over by the window before sitting down and pulling my phone out. Any time she should be getting here, and I’m ready for her. I’m more than ready for her because this time, I’m taking my time with her. I’m going to make her beg me for things she never thought she’d like.

I pull up her picture on my phone. There’s nothing notably different about her than any other girl out there or any othergirl I’ve fucked. And yet, she’s everything I want. It doesn’t make sense. None of it does, but I can’t seem to stop myself when it comes to Emerson. She makes me feel like life is worth living. Like I have something to live for.

I flip through her social media, but I don’t find anything new. It’s all the same stuff I’ve already seen, so I flick the phone off and slide it back into my pocket before looking out at the crowd once more.

It’s as if the fucking crowd parts for her, or my fucking vision just narrows in on her because I see her walking with a smile on her face. For someone who has been stalked, she surely doesn’t think about going out alone. She’ll have to learn that over time.

I shove back out of my chair and head back downstairs to let Cory know it’s time. He sees me coming and nods his head, mixing the drink and passing it to Max. Max has no idea what the hell we’re doing or that there are drugs in that drink. He knows to take it to her and only her and start flirting and dancing. He does so without being told twice because he knows he’s making good fucking money to do it. Like Cory, he’ll have to disappear at some point, but not right now.

I stand in the back and watch her as she gets into her zone. Max hands her drink after drink, and she downs them without a second thought. That’s what my little Emerson does. She’s reckless when she shouldn’t be. She takes chances that could end her life, and she knows it. She just doesn’t care because she needs the high, the thrill of it all.

After she’s had enough, I walk out and nod at Max. He walks away, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her back into me.

“Miss me?”

“It’s you,” she slurs.

“Yeah, it’s me. You ready?” I ask her. She nods her head, and I spin around, taking her hand and leading her out of the club. She’s stumbling already, but that doesn’t stop me from getting her to the car.

The drive to the hotel doesn’t take long as she watches me through what I assume is blurry vision. Once we make it, we head straight for the room where I make her strip. She does, kicking off her shoes as I take off my clothes. When we’re both naked, I climb on the bed and lay flat on my back as she watches me swaying back and forth.

“Get up here. Ride my face,” I tell her.

“Wha-what?”

“Come on, baby. You know what I want. I want your pussy on my face. Now.” It’s an order this time and one she follows. She walks over and climbs on the bed before standing and straddling my head.

“Hands on the headboard.” She rests her hands on the headboard as she slowly lowers herself. I reach up and grab her hips, tugging her the rest of the way until her pussy hits my lips. She moans and I haven’t even tasted her yet. My little drugged girl is horny tonight.

I flip my tongue out and dip it inside her as she gasps above me. I slowly drag my tongue toward her clit but stop short and move it back. I want to make her crazy. I want her to ride my face until she can’t see straight, so I continue the torture for a while.

Emerson lifts her hips and shifts away from my face, earning a growl from me.

“Sit down.”

“It’s too much,” she whines.

“It’s not. Sit down, Em.” When she doesn’t move, I slide my hand down and pinch her hip until she cries out for me. “Want another?” I ask her.

“No,” she whimpers before lowering her pussy back to my face. I hold on tighter this time, forcing her body to move with me, and before I know it, she’s doing what I want. She’s riding my face, her pussy dripping wet and covering me.

It’s the best fucking thing I’ve had in my mouth, and I never want her to stop. And I don’t let her. Not until I taste her come on my tongue.

“Oh fuck,” she whines as I rock her faster and faster. My tongue slides over her clit, and she tries to pull away once more. I growl low in my throat so she knows not to move before sucking it into my mouth. That was all it took for her to find her release. I suck harder, needing more from her as her juice runs down my face. Emerson keeps going as I ease up on her, letting her body slowly jerk against me before it calms. When she’s a panting mess, I allow her to move. I could do this all night. I could taste her all fucking night and not get tired of it, but I know the drugs will wear off.

Emerson collapses onto the bed next to me, and I chuckle at her thinking that was it.

“Put that pretty little ass of yours in the air,” I tell her. She whines, but she lifts her ass and gets to her knees, keeping her head on the mattress. I move to grab the condom and roll it on quickly before I move in behind her. Her ass looks perfect. I can’t wait until I’m sliding inside of that hole, too, but not tonight. Igrab my cock and press the tip to her dripping pussy and slowly ease myself in.

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