Page 6 of Who I Crave To Be

I prefer a quiet life.A sacred place the spoils of my family don’t touch.

But fuck me if I’m not thankful that life brought me here tonight.I know all the girls who work my floor, not personally, never had a conversation with any of them, but I make it my business to know their faces.Yet, I’ve never seen this little minx before tonight.She was a riot in a crowd of business.The men who come here are respectable, reserved.I won’t have it any other way.But tonight, they were foaming at the mouth with hearts in their eyes while they crowded that stage begging for a touch of what I had already declared forbidden and claimed as mine.

She is different, she moved like she was making love to the music and it was our privilege to witness such an erotic sight.

She didn’t care who wanted her, how much the men threw at her, because in that moment, it only mattered that she found herself desirable, and the rest came naturally.

I pat my chest, searching for the familiar feel of my wallet underhand and frown when I pat my right pec instead, “What the fuck?Where is my wallet?”I snap, checking my other pocket and coming up empty.

My guys turn back to me and Bronzo frowns, looking at the back of my neck as he leans forward and plucks the wallet from the ledge behind my nape, just above the booth behind me.“Trying to do a runner by the looks of it, boss.Hey if you’re handing out cash, I’m game.”He gruffs a chuckle and I shake my head.

“You get paid enough for your smart-ass mouth.The little minx must have pick-pocketed me.”

“Then why didn’t she take it?”Warren asks.

I smirk to the shadows, following the lights that seem to gather on the path of her retreat.“Because she didn’t want the money.She wanted the thrill of stealing from someone like me.”If Sin wants to play, I’m down to set the board.“Head on out guys, we’re good here.”

I know it would have taken Baz a while to sort through all of her night's earnings, so I still have time.Exiting the front of the club, I round into the alley and step into the shadows as the back door opens and Sin walks out into the cold night air, trench coat barely able to contain the spillage of her ample breasts.Righting myself in my suit pants, I will the beast to deflate but that fucker stands as intrigued as I am.

When the door closes behind her, I bleed from the night and crowd her against the cold brick wall.I gaze into her wide and soulful eyes as the trepidation filters through the air.My gaze falls to her chest as she becomes breathless, lips parted as she arches into my proximity.“You used me, Sin, then you bit me,” I whisper against her, my hand tracing up her side before tangling in her hair.“You want to be bad?Let me show you how to do it properly.Let me show you how good it can feel, baby. Come to dinner with me?”It’s obvious, it even darkens the air around her.She craves the feeling of exhilaration and I’m nothing if not a rush to be around.

My name alone instills fear into even greater men, let alone the women who crave to be mine and yet never, ever will be… But her?Sin.She’ll be mine and mine alone.

I can see her desire, her need, just as clearly as if I could feel it as my own.

That seems to break her spell and spark her confusion because she looks back at me like I’m a mad man.“It’s 4 am.Nowhere is open right now.”

“I know a place.All you have to do is let go, give in and say yes.”

Please fucking sayyes.

“Yes.”I breathe, not even having to think about the answer.I want to have dinner with this man just as badly as I want to draw my next breath.Because now I’ve had a taste of the saltiness of his skin which was laced with the spice of the finest whisky that had seeped through his pores, I find myself needing more.I’m glad he followed me out of the club.I’m even happier that he is now begging me to go to dinner with him.

Because I want that,fuckdo I want that.

No matter how innocent you are— no matter how much of a good girl — if the temptation of sin is sweet enough—even the angels will sing for the devil.

There is an eagerness in me that has my stomach fluttering.I have an inability to focus on anything else as my chest expands at the thought of having this man's undivided attention.

“That’s my good,sinfulgirl.Tell me, Sin, though the name is fitting, what do I call you?”The dark timber of his voice sounds like rocks in a blender and the sultriness of it echoes around the beats of my heart.

“Vienna.”I have to fight through a series of deep breaths, trying to calm my willingness to follow this man anywhere if it means that even for a moment, I’ll be crushed by something as fulfilling as being wanted.Even if that makes me a little desperate.

I just want to feel special.Desired.Needed.

“Well,Vienna,” he purrs my name like a lion's roar.“I’m Deano and my car is this way.”Deano places an open palm on the small of my back and the contact burns through the layer of my jacket, flaming across my bare skin.

It’s madness, wandering off with a stranger but tonight I find myself not wanting to be sane.

The man cloaked in darkness moves like he’s one with the night, with a stealth that makes ravens war within the depths of my stomach.I follow him blindly, knowing only that the danger of it all is half the allure.

He leads me to an alcove that seems to hide a small patch of land for vehicles I hadn't noticed before.Probably because there's only one vehicle in this lot.

A Bugatti Bolide.

My jaw hits the ground as I find my steps quickening towards the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.All sleek black and shiny blues stare back at me and I purr for the beast before me.

"1,800-horsepower, modified 8.0-liter 16-cylinder engine, this bad boy isn't made for the streets.She's a track car.How are you driving her around like this?"I ask in awe, running my hand over the smooth paintwork, now only mildly aware his hand still sits upon my lower back.

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