Page 11 of Wicked Little Nightmare

“Sexy.” I winked and blew him a kiss. I probably should have gotten my own swim shit on but knowing Cam he’d find us some secluded spot and I’d be naked anyway, being railed against some rock. “K let’s go. Remember, gotta be backstage by five.”

He grabbed a bag I hadn’t noticed laying on the floor, taking my hand as we headed out the door. “Aw, and here I was hoping you’d just quit and let me support you with my millions.”

“Millions, huh? Where you been hiding those bills at? Yeah, fuck no. I need my dancing and my stilettos. Besides, what would be the fun in that?”This idiot.I rolled my eyes and locked the door.

He smirked, running a hand down my ass before giving it a playful smack and steering me towards the elevators. “I could think of a few things.”

“We taking the bikes?” Excitement coursed through me.

“You wanna walk 37 miles? Of course we’re taking the bikes, dip shit.” He pressed the P as the doors closed behind us.

Five: Cam

Lakes was hot as hell, grinding against that pole. It’s funny. She thought she was the only one to kill my conquests, but she doesn’t realize that anyone who could become a threat to her was on my radar.

Take this fat fuck sitting right upstage. His small little eyes were fucking her as she slowly stripped off the small cloth covering her nipple tassels. That was the point, right? To eye fuck the candy. Except even from here, I could see him rubbing his micro-dick through his pants before he slipped his hand inside them.

No can do.

Lakey was mine to get off to, and this asshole was going to learn a very valuable lesson.

Walking toward him, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. He craned his neck to look up at me and instantly, his face lostall trace of color. I couldn’t blame him. Not really. My name preceded me. What he didn’t know was that I was singularly responsible for most of the men who went missing around this particular club.

"I'd really rethink that if I were you." I smirked, despite my voice being a menacing growl. He didn't even utter a word as his hand slowly slid out of his pants.

“Sorry, Mr. Axley. It won’t happen again.”

"Good choice," I said, patting him on the shoulder before sauntering back to my seat. “And maybe consider leaving her a large tip. And I don’t mean that in the ha ha take the tip, kind of way. A real, monetary tip.”

“Y-yes, sir.” His hand shook as he fished out his wallet and threw hundreds at her.

Lakey caught my eye and winked, as if she knew what just happened. She moved her hips as if they were boneless, spreading her legs as she bounced on the ground. She was so fluid. So perfect. For a moment, I was enraptured by her. It happened often enough, but tonight, she was truly spectacular, leaving her whole soul out there on the stage. That's the mystery that was Lakey Aldrich—my beautiful angel wrapped in a psychotic package.

The music stopped, signaling the end of her act. As the crowd cheered and threw money at her feet like she was some sort of goddess, she sauntered off stage and joined me at the table. "So..." She leaned in to kiss me before getting up, her hips swaying in time to the music as she sat down next to me. "You come here to intimidate my clientele, babe?"

“You know I’m always around.” I pulled her onto my lap. “No one touches what’s mine.”

“He wasn’t touching me.”

I nipped her ear, sliding my hand down her body before fiddling with her skimpy underwear. “Nah, but he was touchinghimself to you and that’s something I don’t want to see. He can go to the bathroom. It’s fucking obscene.”

She groaned, squirming on my lap as I slipped into her underwear. “Stop squirming, Lakes, or I won’t let you come.”

She gasped, her eyes going wide. "You wouldn't dare."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

Shaking her head, she immediately settled. Her chest heaving as I continued my slow torture, circling my fingers around her pussy before plunging inside her.

"Oh god, Cam," she moaned, her nails digging into my forearms. "M-maybe we sh-shouldn't do this here."

“Says the girl who just danced naked in front of a hundred men.” I smirked, but I relented, withdrawing my hand and fixing my pants. “Let's get you home. You look like you need to... unwind." I winked at her.

She sighed in regret. “Ugh, maybe just finish what you started at least.”

I crossed my arms over her body, kissing her neck, “Yeah? You wanna show these old pervs what you look like when I make you cum?” I lifted her and stood. “I don’t think so.”

“God, Cam! You’re so confusing. You’re the one that started it!”

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