Page 57 of Depraved Desires

The girl’s face tightened with irritation, and she gave us a tight nod. “Of course. I’ll send her right up for you.” She collected both of the menus after they were done ordering food and then she disappeared down the stairs.

“We could have at least agreed on the chick,” Collin grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “You have a weird fucking taste in women.”

I rolled my eyes at his childish theatrics. “I don’t think you’ll complain once you see her,” I shot back, settling back in my seat.

There was no telling if this actually was her, or if she just had that striking of a resemblance to her. It was odd that she’d have the same freckles, the same piercings, the same eyes, literally everything. The only difference was the length of her hair and that it wasn’t black on top.

“If you say so,” Collin retorted with a frown.

In any other circumstance, I would have let him pick. It was his first time here after Rocky beat him to a damn pulp and he was still on the mend. Not to mention, he was riddled with guilt over everything that had happened with Aspen and Raven.

It didn’t take long before the waitress returned with their food and assured us that Violet was on her way up. My heart thudded rapidly in my chest as the blonde left us, my head spinning. It was the drugs. It had to be. Aspen wasdead. No one had ever survived the pond before, and she couldn’t even swim.

Anticipation clawed at my throat as I waited. My patience was running thin, and I was seconds away from going to hunt her down just to see for myself. Just as those thoughts bounced around my skull, the purple-haired vixen entered.

Her eyes widened and her skin paled like she’d seen a ghost. My eyes raked down her body, shock exploding within my chest. I was seeing things. That had to be it.

“A-Aspen?” Collin choked out, rising from his seat.

Foster and Hunter both snapped their heads in her direction, matching expressions of disbelief contorting their features. She was fucking breathtaking. All inked up, long purple hair, piercings, and a black leather skirt that failed to cover her ass. She wore a matching halter top that zipped in the front, revealing her creamy skin.

Aspen looked around frantically and then she stumbled backwards as she inched toward the exit. I was on my feet in seconds, a growl exploding through my chest. There was no way she was running; I wouldn’t let her. Just as she was spinning onher heels, I lunged for her, gripping her arm tightly and turning her back around.

“I don’t fucking think so, little dove.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Aspen

My pulse spiked as I took in the four guys who had requested my services. All of them stared at me with matching expressions of confusion and disbelief. I knew I’d have to face them eventually, but I thought it would be on my own terms. Not like this. My eyes darted down to Myles’ hand that was latched around my arm, beads of sweat coating his face as he leered over me.

I couldn’t do this. It was too much. My breathing increased causing my chest to heave at an unhealthy speed. Panic seized me as everything came rushing to the surface. The water in my lungs, Raven’s bloody body, the knife in Myles’ hand, the cigarette burns, raping me, being waterboarded.

“You’re freaking her out,” Collin hissed as he limped forward, clutching his ribs. A look of concern washed over his features as he approached. “We’re not going to hurt you,” he soothed. “Just don’t run.”

My gaze met Myles’ who just stared at me with an unreadable expression, his skin pale and looking unhealthy. He was obviously high. The black of his pupils ate away the blue in his eyes, making him look that much more dangerous. Still seated,was Foster. The muscles in his face were tight as he fought internally, trying to figure something out. Hunter was standing, but he looked unsure of what to do.

“What do you want?” I whispered, returning my gaze to the guy still holding me captive.

“I want what I’m paying for. Get on that pole and shake your ass.” Myles jutted his chin toward the private stage in the section, his eyes darkening with something sinister.

I wasn’t sure I could do this. I’ve danced for countless men before, and none of them had this effect on me. My fingers twitched, shivers tracked down my spine, and unease swept through me, forcing nausea to take root in my stomach. My gaze darted between the four of them nervously, hoping one of them would speak up and decline my services. When none of them said a word, defeat washed over me, and my shoulders slumped forward in defeat.

Myles smirked at me as if he could read my thoughts and his grip on my arm loosened. I couldn’t wait to wipe that arrogant look right off his face. Sucking in a sharp breath, I brushed past him, striding over to the stage. If it was a dance he wanted, then it was a dance he’d get.

The song changed at the perfect time, rap blaring through the speakers of the club. My breathing was ragged as I took the pole between my hands and slowly moved around it, turning the metal in the process. This had to be one of the most humiliating things I’ve had to do. They didn’t deserve a thing from me. But if it was only a dance, I could live with that.

The guys returned to their seats, all staring at me with matching looks of interest. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around the pole in a seductive manner. My body moved along to the beat of the music, and I climbed higher and higher until I was twirling back down, my ass on obvious display with how short this damnskirtwas. Normally, I wouldn’t care. But I didn’t want them seeing me like this. When I reached the floor, I parted my legs and used the pole to help lift myself back to my feet.

My gaze locked on Foster’s, his jaw ticking with tension as he took me in. In his eyes, I was supposed to be dead. Hell, at one point, I wanted to be. A sheen of sweat coated my skin as I continued to dance on the stage. Closing my eyes, I imagined the dance was for a variety of hungry men and not my tormentors. My limbs eased up a fraction, making my movements more sensual.

As the song neared its end, I got down on all fours, flipping my long hair behind me and giving them the show of a lifetime. Raising myself back on my knees, my hands roamed along the curves of my body before the song finally ended.

My heart thudded rapidly as I made my way off the stage and rounded it, halting when I approached the guys. Varying looks of heat and intrigue crossed all of their faces, making my heart spike even more.

“Come,” Myles ordered, patting his leg. He cocked his head, daring me to refuse him.

I clenched my teeth before reluctantly striding toward him and sinking down on his lap. It would be stupid to deny him. I needed to play my cards smart, and hopefully, they’d leave me alone. At least long enough to get my shit in order so I could strike them down. Not to mention, this was my job, and Talissa was clear on her rules. Refusing them wasn’t an option. Myles’ hand latched onto my bare waist, sending electricity spiraling through me.

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