Page 12 of Collide

It seemed Frank was not supposed to park where he had and wasnow being told to move on. I rolled my eyes, I didn't have time for this shit. I had things to do, a woman to torture for information, and another one to learn all about. I walked over to Frank just in time to hear him tell the doorman to get the fuck away, or he'd find himself unemployed. That was Frank for you, always trying to play peacekeeper.

What he should have been saying was,‘Get the fuck away or myboss will cut your throat out.’

“Problem?” I asked as I reached the quarreling men. The doorman,who was a unit of a man, turned to face me, most likely about to tell me to mind my own business until he realized who I was.

This was the part I loved, the part where recognition dawned onpeople's foolish faces, and they realized they had about ten seconds left to live.

But no blood would be shed tonight, at least not with this man.

“Mr. Wolfe, my apologies. I didn't realize this was your driver. Please,Sir, accept my apologies,” the doorman groveled pathetically. I stared at him, giving him one of my notorious looks, the look that said, ‘any last words before I blow your fucking brains out.’

When I saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat, I knew he hadreceived the message loud and clear. Frank knew it too, he opened the rear door to my waiting car, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

I settled into the back seat, and as Frank pulled away from the club, Iinstructed him to head towards my warehouses down by the docks. It was a drive that would take around thirty minutes, which suited me fine as the drive would give me time to think about what information I wanted to extract from the red-headed whore.

Except, I couldn't get Riley out of my mind.

The conversation we had while sipping our drinks replayed in myhead. She told me she was a student, working in the club to pay her way through college, and that her family lived in another state where she would rejoin them once she graduated.

It was all bullshit, of course. I was good at reading people, it was askill that had helped me get to where I was now, being able to spot liars easily meant I could catch traitorous cunts.

Riley probably didn’t even know that when she told a lie, she wouldpush a strand of hair behind her ear, even when there was no strand to be pushed behind her ear. I didn't blame her for lying to me, she was merely trying to protect herself, but it only added more to my curiosity as to who the fuck this girl was and what had happened in her life to lead her to work at Club Sin of all fucking places.

She was something else, a vision of beauty who should be on astage, dripping in diamonds and expensive lingerie, lit up for the world to see but only for me to touch. Not working in some seedy, dingy club where the peasants of this city hang out, drooling over her. Although, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t like the idea of people seeing her dancing in her skimpy outfits.

It was something I would put a stop to, and soon.

My thoughts turned from our conversation to my private dance. Iclosed my eyes and tilted my head back against the headrest, my mind's eye conjuring up the image of Riley working her way up and down the pole that was in the corner of our private room, her petite figure twirling and twisting with ease, her pert ass gyrating against the metal. I couldn’t even tell you what song she was dancing to, the only thing that held my attention was her, nothing else mattered.

My cock had hardened the second she started moving, much like ithad when she danced on the main stage. And now, with the pictures playing in my head of her toned legs wrapping around the pole, my cock was once again hard as a steel rod.

I knew I should have been focusing on the interrogation of Blaze, butI also knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything until I had done something to take care of the ache in my cock.

“Frank, I need a moment to myself.” I didn't need to say anythingmore, Frank acknowledged my statement by closing the privacy glass between us, leaving me alone to my thoughts in the back seat.

I couldn't wait any longer, I undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants,and took out my cock, pre-cum already glistened on the head and my balls ached in need of a release.

I stroked my shaft lightly and once again allowed my eyes to closeand the pictures of Riley to take over my mind. I couldn’t wait to make her mine.

Gripping my cock with just the right amount of pressure to feel fuckinggood, I thought about how it would feel to have Riley's cunt wrapped around my length instead of my hand. I jerked my hand up and down, moving faster and faster as the pressure in my balls increased.

I imagined Riley sitting on my lap, riding me hard as her juicestrickled down my shaft. I pictured throwing her onto the back seat and feasting on her wet pussy before slamming back inside her and pounding her into oblivion until she came again and again on my cock, screaming my name. And then I imagined what it would be like to pull out of her and shove my cock into her mouth and down her throat, silencing her and forcing her to swallow my seed.

The images raced through my mind as the ache in my balls becameunbearable, my hand moved faster until it was impossible to hold back. I couldn't stop the groan from escaping my lips as I came hard, all over my hand.

When I opened my eyes, disappointment swam through me that Iwas alone in the back of the car, and at that moment, I knew at some point in my near future, my fantasy would become reality, it really was only a matter of time.

Irrational jealousy washed over me when a thought popped into mymind that Riley may well be going home to a boyfriend after finishing work, the thought alone sobered me as jealousy turned to anger. I cleaned myself up with the handkerchief I kept in my jacket pocket, unashamed at the mess I had made and feeling like I could finally concentrate again.

Anger was good, it helped me to focus.

A short while later, Frank pulled up at the docks and opened my doorfor me. If he knew I had pleasured myself, he didn't show it. My staff knew the importance of discretion, especially if they valued their life.

I made my way into the warehouse, one of many I ownedthroughout the city. Whereas some of my warehouses were used for my illegal operations, this one was empty. The reason being that underneath the warehouse floor was a basement with reinforced steel all around the walls and a door that would only open with my or one of my trusted employee's fingerprints, a safety measure I used in every property I owned.

The basement had no windows, meaning the only way someonewas getting out of the basement was on my say so. I crossed the empty warehouse floor, the smell of dirt and grease hitting my nose.

Years before, the warehouse had been used as a car manufacturingcompany but it was shut down after the company went bust, courtesy of the CEO not paying his debts to my father. The CEO lost his life and the Wolfe family gained another warehouse to take care of our businesses.

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