Page 5 of The Bones We Break
It’s time to claim my debt.
The Uber pulls up along the pavement and stops in front of Crimson. My nerves are ticking over in my stomach. I give myself a moment to breathe before opening the back door of the car, saying my goodbyes to the driver. My heels hit the grey pavement and I pull my dress down a fraction to avoid flashing the entire general public.
“Ana! Over here!” I hear Ellie’s voice cut through the chatter of people in the line to enter Crimson. She’s already stood at the front of the line, signaling for me to come over. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I fill my lungs full of oxygen, before putting my best foot forward to meet my best friend. Her arms wrap around me instantly, my nerves quiet down in her embrace. Ellie’s dressed to the nines in a beautiful emerald green dress, the intricate floral designs of her tattoos that grace her collar bones are on show above the strapless neckline, her fiery, orange hair is curled into loose waves that frame her round face.
“I’m so glad you came!” She squeals into my ear. “I can’t wait for you to see inside, Jake’s really worked his ass off for months to get this place ready.” Her face beams with pride. Feeling her fingers lace through mine, she drags me round to the blackdouble doors of the club, my eyes taking in the sight as I angle my head backwards, facing the skyline of the building that is Crimson bar. It takes my breath away for a moment.
Swiftly coming back to reality, Ellie introduces herself to the gigantic security that practically fills the doorway. The guy on the right nods his head at us both and we enter the club.
The deafening music hits my eardrums as we walk into the open space.
“Holy shit.” I mutter to myself. My eyes can’t help but take in every inch of the room. The walls are painted with a rich, matte black, giving the place a moody but sensual vibe with deep red neon lights framing the alcoves, illuminating the ceiling, the shades changing colour every so often. I dip my mouth to Ellie’s ear, my hand cups my voice so she can hear me over the pulsing music.
“This place is incredible!”
She turns to face me, bringing her mouth to my ear in the same movement.
“Right?! The vibes are just perfect. C’mon let’s get us a drink!”
Both of us step down onto the dance floor, then Ellie pulls me through the mass of people, straight to her target of the bar. Placing both my forearms on the black bar top, eyeing all the alcohol on the gold shelves that sit on the back wall, I feel spoiled for choice. A bartender makes his way over to us, his green eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights. He runs a hand through his inky strands before taking our order.
“Evening ladies, what can I get for you?” He flashes a bright, white smile, his voice laced with a cheeky undertone and I suddenly feel a warm flush run across my chest before it makes its way up my neck.Ok, let’s not make it obvious that this manis attractive.Ellie quickly notices my slight fumble and orders for the both of us.
“Two Pornstar Martinis please!” The hot bartender dips his head, then gets to work on our drinks, immediately I spin on my heels to face Ellie and push my index finger against her red lips before she even has the chance to open her mouth.
“Not. A. Word.” I say firmly whilst trying not to laugh at myself. She nods against my finger and I remove it from her lips.
“He is hot though?” She remarks, both of us bursting into a fit of laughter. This feels good, it feels right just to be able to put my life stresses on hold for a bit and enjoy a good cocktail from a handsome bartender, with my best friend.
Our drinks land in front of us. The fruity aroma of the cocktail makes my mouth water.
“Enjoy ladies.”
Super hot bartender winks at us, then goes on to serve the other customers waiting at the bar. A laugh breaks free from my mouth before I grab the shot that’s sitting next to the cocktail, the glass filled to the brim with bubbling Prosecco. We both clink the glasses together, spilling some of the liquid on our hands, then throw my head back to send the fizzy liquid straight down the hatch, the sweet and sour flavour coating the inside of my mouth. After downing our cocktails like we’re parched for thirst, I’m being dragged onto the dancefloor, my feet struggling to keep up with my mind that’s currently doing a little spin. I’m such a lightweight. Ellie spins me before grabbing my hands to dance. The music, heavy and loud, starts to thrum in my ears, putting me in a trance. I raise my hands to the ceiling, feeling like I could touch the stars. My hips are slowly curling and swaying, before I know it my bloodstream has been taken overby the burning alcohol. My vision is blurry, and sweat starts to run down my face and neck, before pooling in my cleavage.
The tingling sensation of two very large, firm hands circling my waist breaks into my haze, strong fingers gripping the fabric of my dress. My hands reach up behind my head to find a man’s jacket and shirt. They feel expensive, rich, and thick. This forbidden stranger takes his time to discover my body, like a secret map only he has access to. The tingling sensation that covers my skin races over me like a wildfire, burning my very essence.
I shamelessly begin to writhe against his firm physique, the hard planes of his chest resting against my back. If he pushed any closer, he would no doubt catch fire with how hot I’m burning. His soft hands run down the front of my thighs and my legs part on their own accord, almost desperate to feel his touch.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” His silky voice finds its way to my ear, his teeth barely grazing the soft flesh. I roll my head against the fabric of his shoulder, my eyelids feeling heavy as the stranger keeps a hand firmly on my hip, whilst his other leaves a scorching trail up the front of my body. I begin to pant under his forbidden touch, a feeling I’ve never experienced before. His fingers graze over my peaked nipples, causing an electric shock to course through my limbs, and I can’t stop the moan that slips free. The dark stranger laughs, a deep, unnerving sound leaving his mouth.
“Are you desperate for my touch, sweetheart? Do you want me to relieve the ache that’s heavy in between your thighs?”
Do I want that? I don’t even know this man and I’m really questioning myself on whether I want him to touch me somewhere I’ve never been touched before, but my inhibitions are no longer in the room with us. I decided to throw all caution to the wind.
“Yes, I want you to touch me.” His dark chuckle sends a vibration through his chest into my back.
“In front of all these people? You really want all these eyes seeing how wet your pussy is for me?” His tone is rich and deep, almost teasing. Shit. I was so caught up in the waves of pleasure that I completely blacked out as to where I was, but why don’t I feel any shame about it? Can these people really see what the strangers’ hands are doing? And if they can, why is it turning me on? I want this. I deserve this. Plus, it’s only one night, I’ll probably never see this man again. I’ll forget about him, and he’ll forget all about me. Simple as that, so I nod my head slowly, giving away a part of my innocence.
I’ve been eyeing up my prey from the moment she stepped into the abyss of the club, my mind instantly recognising her from the photo Nico gave to me in my office. Her golden locks sway around her shoulders as she’s pulled through the writhing bodies that gather on the dancefloor, finding her destination at the bar where some stupid frat boy bartender flashes her a winning smile. I can practically feel her nerves bouncing around the room from where I sit in the private booths. My chin rests on my fore finger and thumb, attempting to ease the tension in my jawline. I thought screwing that bitch in the bathroom was enough to ease the rising anger I feel crawling its way up my chest, sinking its sharp claws into my flesh, but it’s not, it’s not enough.
I’m the most feared fucking man in this city, my casino is just a front for my real business that sits in the shadows. My black market trade for drugs and pharmaceuticals is where the real money happens. When the junkies of the streets, the scumbags, the dealers, even the top dogs who live a boring family life with two kids and a hot wife need their fix, or to request the stronger shit, not your average run of the mill sniff, I provide the goodsand people will pay good money for it too. So when Annabelle’s father got a hold of my name and begged me on his fucking knees for money to help clear the debts he’d already wracked up so his family wouldn’t end up in the shit, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but the fucker had the balls to double cross me, to gamble the money away in my casino. As if I wouldn’t find out. The moment he came into my office begging and pleading, was the moment he signed his life away to the devil, and now the devil has come to collect.
Annabelle really is a desperate whore, it’s almost comedic to see her writhe against me, begging me to fill her virgin cunt with my fingers. She pauses at my question before she nods her head, as if I needed her consent. Slipping my arm around her, I pull her back flush to my chest. I dip my fingers into the black material of her dress and lift it to gain access to her pussy before sliding her lace underwear to the side. I run my fingers through her wet slit and she jolts in my arms, as if she’s been electrocuted. Her pussy is smooth and free from hair, just how I like it. I hum my approval against the shell of her ear whilst pressing my cock between the cheeks of her plump ass. I’m practically foaming at the mouth thinking about all the ways I can bruise that tender flesh, how my knife will feel slicing through the muscle. I continue to slide my fingers through her lips, paying attention to her pulsing clit. A throaty moan leaves her mouth as she grinds her ass against my now hardening cock. My hand begins to travel the length of her body, leaving her thick hips and over the ripples of curves, to the tight bud of her nipple, giving it a rough squeeze through her dress. She gasps as I twist and pull the tender peak. Annabelle’s senses must be on overdrive from the alcohol running through her bloodstream, the pain and pleasure coming from my hands, but this isn’t for her, this is for me. Seeing her eyes close tightly from the shot of pain through her perky tits has my eyes glazing over with lust.
I want her to cry. I want to see fat tears fall from her eyes, but it’s too soon yet. I need to bide my time, so I release the abused bud and circle a hand around her delicate throat, tilting her head back to face the blood red ceiling.
“Do you want my fingers to fill your cunt, sweetheart? To feel them stretching you wide, making you cum all over them. Is that what you want?” I whisper in her ear, my voice low, my hot breath fanning over the side of her face.
