PROLOGUE
Chance
Her short black dress rides up as she lifts her hands to tie back her long, thick brown hair while her large hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her lips are red and pouty. Her body… fuck! She’s short, but curvy, with an hourglass shape and an ass that can get her anything she wants. She looks a lot younger than my thirty-six, so much so that I try to ignore the pull, but it’s hard because my gaze keeps finding her.
She’s rejected three men so far. Her friend is dancing, so she’s now standing alone at the bar, drink in hand, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
I haven’t seen her before, especially not here at Steel, the bar the club owns. Maybe she’s just passing through.
Lust checks her out and moves to approach, but I put my arm out, stopping him. “She’s mine.” For tonight, anyway. I don’t do much longer than that, unless it’s with one of the club girls who knows the score.
“Fuck,” Lust mutters, turning to me with curious green eyes. I’ve never stopped him from going after a woman before. And there’s a reason he got his road name—the fucker hooks up with different women every time I see him, and I see him every-fucking-day.
“She’s hot. You taking her back to the clubhouse?” he asks.
Standing to my full height, I give her a slow once-over and smirk. I don’t know where I’m taking her, but when her eyes land on me, and she does a double take, her eyes widening slightly, I know where I’m going.
Ignoring Lust and approaching her, I lean against the bar and smile. I can be charming when I need to be. “Can I get you another drink?”
She looks up at me, taking in my features before her gaze drops to the tattoos at my neck. I’ve found the neck ink can be a hit or miss with women. Some love it, and some hate it. Most love it for the night, and that’s it, but that’s okay with me. If they want a taste of wild, I’m more than happy to give them that.
“No, thank you. I think I’m done for the night,” she replies, reaching out to absently run her thumb over the silver rings on my fingers.
“New to town?”
Her eyebrow raises. “That obvious?”
I tilt my head to the side. “It’s a small place.” My hand boldly trails up her neck to cup the side of her face, and she stares up at me with those beautiful, trusting hazel doe eyes. “Let me welcome you, Royal Bastard style.”
Her brow furrows like she doesn’t know what I mean, but when I press my lips against hers, she responds instantly.
“So fucking sweet,” I murmur against her mouth. “I need a taste.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her back into the office, close the door behind us, and push her back up against it. “I want you. Say yes,” I growl, kissing down her neck.
“H-here?” she stutters, tilting her head to the side to give me more access.
“Yes, right-fucking-here.” Lifting her by her ass, her legs wrap around me. I look into her eyes as she bites her lower lip.
“Yes.”
Thank fuck.
And then my lips are on hers, her fingers gripping the hair at my nape while I undo my jeans and then slide her panties to the side so I can stroke her. My mind is clouded with want, and when I carry her to sit on the desk, I put on a condom and slide inside her. She whimpers and makes sexy little sounds that have me so fucking hard.
“You going to come for me, baby?” I ask her, my voice a low growl.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I never come from just…”
My lip twitches. “Oh, you’ll fucking come.”
I love a challenge.
She leans farther back on the desk, and I start to fuck her harder, watching her reactions closely.
She’s a fucking siren.
My siren.
She moans louder when I hit just the right spot, so I make sure not to move an inch, fucking her until surprise and pleasure are etched all over her beautiful face. She’s sexy when she comes. I want to see that expression again and again until the surprise goes away, and she knows I’ll give her what she needs every single time.