Page 1 of Good Boy

The pulsing beat of the music vibrated through my chest as I strode into New York’s hottest gay club, Pulse. Dim red lights bathed the crowded room, silhouetting writhing bodies on the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and unbridled lust.

Fuck, I needed this.

I shoved through the crowd, ignoring the hungry stares following me. Let the pathetic fuckers drool. I wasn't here for them.

I threw back a shot of whiskey, savoring the fiery serpent that slithered down my throat. The bartender's lecherous gaze dragged along my body, lingering on every intricate line of my tattoos before meeting my icy glare. He stumbled back in shock, nearly toppling over someone's drink.Amateur.

"Another," I barked, slamming the glass on the bar.

He hurried to obey.Smart fucking man.

“You need to slow it down,” the bartender squeaked.

“And you need to shut the fuck up.” I grabbed it and turned, surveying the dance floor. A sea of nameless faces, none worth my time.

Until a flash of blue hair caught my eye. A twink in tight jeans and a mesh shirt, grinding against some beefy bear, his eyes closed and head thrown back in abandon.

Well, well. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a total waste after all.

I downed the shot and cracked my neck, anticipation unfurling in my gut. It was time to hunt.

A thready pulse worked its way through my body as I pushed my way through the throng of sweaty bodies, honing in on my prey like a laser. Blue Hair stood out in the crowd; an untouchable sapphire amidst the sea of grubby skin and half-open eyes. He was all lithe limbs and pale skin, an innocence that begged to be corrupted. That begged to be fucked.

I stopped just a few feet from him, waiting until he opened his eyes so I could anchor my gaze with his. The only thing I could think about were his lips, the way he tucked his bottom one between his teeth, then let it slowly slip out, only to repeat the actions once more. My feet moved with a mind of their own, circling him, my eyes laser-locked on his ass, which seemed tighter than mine. Even with the strobe lighting blinding me every few seconds, I kept my eyes on him, easy and steady. I loved nights like these—warm summers, packed clubs, and not a fucking care in the world.

The tempo of the music changed, the deep bass vibrating through my bones. I’d fucked a lot of guys over the years, and nothing said “cocksucker with an attitude” like the wicked grin that curled up on his lips, taunting me with a silent promise of pleasure. The big burly man whose cock had cut a path into Blue Hair's back tried to reclaim his attention, but Blue Hair shrugged him off without a glance. His azure stare never left mine. Heat pulsed between us as he waited for me to make the next move.

I stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

He ate me up, a challenge in his smirk. "See something you like?"

"You." I gripped his chin, turning his head to the side to examine him. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Whatever you want it to be."

I tightened my hold, squeezing until he winced. "Your real name."

"Cody," he said, licking his fuckable lips.

"I like ass that listens, Cody." I released him and grabbed a fistful of that ridiculous hair, jerking his head back to bare his throat.

He inhaled sharply as I ran my teeth over his flesh. His hands trailed across my arms, gripping them tightly.

"Here's how this is going to work," I murmured against his pulse. "You're mine for the night. Say yes, and I'll give you everything if you beg hard enough."

He swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Perfect." I pulled back to meet his eyes. Hazy with need, just like I knew they'd be. This was going to be fun. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

One hand still in his hair, I dragged Cody out of the club, barely feeling the press of people around us. He followed me with wide eyes, though the questions that hung in the air didn't need to be answered. We both knew what we wanted from each other and there was no point wasting time getting it.

The night air greeted us as I pushed open the door, a cool caress that brought a blush to Cody's cheeks. His long fingers twitched in my grasp as he glanced down at our hands, where I linked them together as if we were a couple. I smirked in amusement before leading him away from the club and toward my bike.

"Keep that cock down until I get you behind closed doors," I said as I swung a leg over the matte-black motorcycle.

He eyed the bike, his eyes narrowing, confusion and excitement coming in like a wave over his face as he stood on the curb. He looked like a goddamn snack, and he knew it. But fuck a snack. I was going to make a meal out of him once I got him home.

"Get on," I said and pointed to the seat behind me.

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