Nothing?
I don’t question if he’s serious, because I know he is. When it comes to my utter humiliation, it’s not a joking matter. He doesn’t laugh as he moves towards the door, and I remain still, in the middle of the room with my arms covering my naked parts poorly.
“Levi,” I begin, the need to bargain with him swells fierce enough to explode within me, “I don’t think I can.”
My admission only proves to annoy him even further. He halts by the door, slapping a hand on the doorframe, before he whips around and stalks over to me.
“You’ll do as you’re told. Now, you can either stand here, shivering, naked, and tired, or you can follow me through the club to the car, and go home,” He snaps, firmly. Standing there to avoid humiliation is tempting - but at the end of the day, the tiredness that’s begun to form is winning, and I want nothing more than to curl up in my bed and pass out until next season.
“It’s your choice.”
That’s a common phrase for him, but it’s not backed by truth. Nothing is ever my choice. If it was, my life wouldn’t have turned out this way. I tried to leave and he carried me back, if I stayed here, he’d probably do the same thing when he got fed up at my disobedience.
So I move forward. My legs feel like bricks. My body is cold and shivering, like there’s a breeze in the club, when really it’s my own unease that threatens me. He must hear my compliance because he moves forward, not checking to see if I’m scurrying after him.
I’ve never met a man as back and forth as him. It’s like he doesn’t want me to catch on to a pattern of behavior to manipulate him, and if that’s the case, he won. I have no damn clue what he’ll do next.
When we move through the hallway and the first pair of eyes drift my way, I tense, and my face wrinkles into anger, and shame as I will my attention forward on his muscular back.
I keep my pussy covered, cupped by my hand to save some shred of dignity. As for my other arm, I have it pressed across my chest to hide my dark nipples from the eager stares.
I’m surprised he doesn’t care that people are gaping at me. When I was on the table with my legs spread around his plate, and he’d just gotten done making me squirt for the first damn time, he put my dress down when Judas appeared -- I guess I mistook that for a possessiveness that extended to other people seeing me naked.
Too bad I was stupid.
I imagine a naked woman wandering throughout the club is normal -- it’s confirmed when I spot a few, but everyone eyes me like I am a treat. Something new to sink their teeth into. Levi walks with a confidence that reveals he can sense it to.
But who is he trying to impress?
He already outscores most men in here with looks. Money? Wouldn’t doubt it. Sexual experience -- I’m starting to believe he’s the king in that area, if my experiences with him are any contest.
When we near the door, my excitement peaks when I think about the warm car and the privacy it will provide, but I’m stopped by a man who is so antsy by my presence, he reaches out to grab my wrist and stop me from leaving.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” He says, a gritty voice that makes my eye twitch, it’s almost painful to listen to. I eye his hand on my wrist, mouth agape as he steps into me, and takes a deep breath. “Where did they have you stowed away?”
“Please, let go,” I reply, and move to pull my arm from his grasp and he just laughs. His eyes roam over my face, and down to my now bare breasts, since he has my arm in his grasp.
He licks his lips when he gets to my nipples, appearing like he can already taste the chocolate kisses on his tongue; Like no one will stop him if he captures one between his teeth.
“I’d pay good money to have you,” He rasps, ignoring my request for freedom. My mind moves back to Levi, and I look towards the door, realizing he’s been standing back, observing the scene unfold like he’s taking notes on me or the pervert who’s apprehended me.
“I-I’m not for sale,” I stammer, because at this point, his bad breath and rough hold on me are making me uneasy enough to set off alarm bells in my skull. “Let go.”
I make sure to make my voice firm this time, but a man with that crazy look in his eye isn’t interested in the protest of the woman he wants. He is interested in when and where he can have her. Compliant or not.
“Everyone’s for sale in here.” He pulls me after him, and a strangled noise of protest leaves my lips as I glance over my shoulder at Levi who is watching with sadistic amusement in his eyes and his arms crossed over his chest.
Is he just going to stand there and let this man take me?
Does he think I’ll stand by and let some sleazy piece of shit wheel me into a room and slobber on me with his dirty breath and touch me with his rough, disgusting fingers?
No way.
No way in hell.
I pull against his grip, finally breaking free as I glare at him, and he must be surprised by my defiance - which I assume he doesn’t see a lot of in here - because he grits his teeth, and removes a pair of cuffs from his pocket.
“You like to play dirty, huh? You’re one of those girls that likes to play hard to get.”
Nope.
I’m one of those girls who like to play “You’re never going to get.” I let out a deep breath that puffs my cheeks outward, before I step back from him.
“I am not for sale,” I reply more firmly, and his nostrils flare with annoyance, but I am not sorry that my ability to stick up for myself in an environment like this, makes him uncomfortable. “Take a hint.”
I go to spin around and he wraps his arm around my waist and spins me around into him. It makes me utterly sick when his lips are an inch away from mine.
“Not so fast,” He murmurs and I hiss when he cuffs one of my wrists so tightly the metal bites deep into my skin. I try to wiggle it free, but it digs so deep, after a few hard jerks of my arm, I feel the slickness of blood pouring from an open wound on my wrist.
That’s when Levi steps in.
I feel him before I hear him. His presence is like a gravitational pull that shifts the atmosphere, and startles those affected by it; everyone. He looms above me and the man who’s stopped tugging on the cuffs, but still keeps a hold on them so he can control me.
“Why have you cuffed my pet?” He questions, an arched, challenging brow aimed at the man. The man’s eyes flit back and forth between Levi and I, before he frowns.
“Who are you? It’s fair game here.”
Levi looks taken aback, and humored by this man - like he’s an ignorant fly he’s going to swat.
“You must be new,” Levi replies, completely ignoring the man’s probing question for Levi’s identity. I feel tension and aggression stirring around us all. I fear that Levi will do something that will get him legally in trouble, but then it dawns on me that the law may not be a problem for him.
If what he does is illegal like I assume, cops and arrests don’t frighten him. Which frightens me, because he has no reason to hold back.
“I’ve been here for a few weeks now, and when I want someone,” The man steps forward, yanking me forward again, no concern for the blood that’s dribbling down my arm.
“Ow,” I whisper, blinking to push back frustrated tears. Levi’s hand shoots out and grabs the man by his throat. I’m stuttering, and gasping with surprise at the movement. Levi’s fingers dig into the man’s skin, applying insurmountable pressure as he lifts the man up on his tippy-toes.
Levi looks eerily calm. The kind a killer might look after he’s filleted you and is staring at your severed corpse; no remorse. It’s beautiful, in a crippling kind of way. He uses his other arm to pull me by the waist behind him, and I find myself practically pressed against his back, in a protective manner that is so unlike him - so unlike the man who’d ordered me to parade through this club naked that I have to glance at his face one more time to make sure it’s him.
“Let me be the first to welcome you to this club,” Levi says. “Here, you don’t go grabbing at other people’s possessions.”
The man’s face is turning a sickly red and I know there’s barely any air getting to his lungs. He tries to choke out a few words, but all that get’s out is.
“I- I didn’t know.”
Levi laughs, because here, this must be his kingdom. Here, people know when he walks by, and a woman follows, she is his. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to claim that which is his.
“You should’ve let go when she told you to.”
The man’s eyes bulge for a moment, and I press my hand over my mouth as I peer around Levi’s arm. He’s going to kill him. In front of all these quiet, shocked faces. I look around confused at everyone. Why is no one yelling? No one is protesting? And then I realize it’s a club that sells sex - legal morality isn’t exactly a focal point.
“Levi,” I say softly, angling my lips toward his ear. “Please don’t.”
I know I don’t have to say the words. Please don’t kill him. He already knows, and it’s a bad chance that he’ll actually listen to me, but just as the man begins to lose consciousness, he lets him drop to the floor in a gasping heap.
Levi steps forward, disgust in his voice.
“The woman you were just about to force yourself on, is the reason I didn’t end your life right now. Be fucking thankful,” He spews venomous words, before he spins and looks at me. His eyes move to my wrist and the handcuffs, before he twists back around and lowers himself to the ground to shove his hand in the man’s pocket and retrieve the keys.
I can’t help but admire him with big eyes.
He came to my aid. He actually protected me, and was willing to kill this man. I know I may be letting it make me feel dangerous emotions for the time being, but it’s hard to let that go unnoticed.
After he’s managed to free my wrist, I gasp when Levi begins sliding off his shirt, leaving his muscular body on full display as he offers it to me. It’s large enough that it’ll cover all my intimate parts.
I don’t understand why he’s done it. He was pretty clear in his instructions, but maybe the fact that I caught the eye of a relentless pervert has him changing his mind.
“Thank you,” I say softly, before I pull it on. His smell invades my nose as the fabric settles over me. He captures my hand in his, before wordlessly, with one more sneer pointed at the man on the ground clutching his bruising throat, he begins to pull me out of the front door toward the valet.
He hands them his ticket, and I can’t keep my eyes off him.
He avoids my gaze until the car is pulled up front and he releases my hand to move to the driver’s side. I climb into the passenger side, and before he drives away, he grabs a hold of my injured wrist, careful to avoid the cut open skin.
“I should’ve fucking killed him,” He mutters, but it’s not so much to me as it is a general statement.
He angles my wrist sideways, hissing angrily before he turns away from me and releases my wrist to grip the steering wheel.
“You stuck up for me,” I acknowledge, and he pulls out onto the street, but not before casting me a deadpan look.
“I didn’t stick up for anyone. I solidified my position to someone worthless. At that club, other’s know not to steal from me. I was simply keeping him from swiping my purchase.”
His words sting.
But no matter what he says, what just happened stays rooted in my mind. Because I know there’s more to it than he wants to let on, and I will find out.