A part of her desperately wanted to tell Pyro the truth. She wanted to believe that he could save her and Mila but the Pyro she knew, was no hero. The Pyro she remembered was a selfish bastard who only thought of himself. So maybe she was doing the world a favor by delivering Pyro to Benton. Either way, she didn't have a choice. Whether she tried to justify her actions in order to lessen her guilt made no matter. She had to deliver Pyro or else Mila would die.
Bored out of her brain, Angel wandered into Pyro's bedroom. The dingy floor was disgusting but then the entire place wasn't going to win any awards. Her gaze wandered to the queen-sized bed. Rumpled blankets were thrown carelessly aside from where he climbed out of the bed earlier that morning and a different thought occurred to her.
Pyro remembered her as a 16-year-old girl— naïve and soft. But she was a long ways from that stupid girl. Benton had told her to gain Pyro’s trust. She didn't have time to have long meaningful conversations with the man in order to get him to trust her. In her experience the best way to get through to a man was to get naked. She hadn’t lied to Pyro, she wasn't a whore — but that didn’t mean that she hadn't done her share of bed hopping when she needed something. The rules of the street were harsh and she’d had nothing but her body as collateral.
If Ashley were alive she would tell her the way to a man's heart was his stomach. Well, Angel was no Betty Crocker either. So that left one-way— the fast track.
Was she really contemplating sleeping with Pyro? Shame burned her cheeks and she tried not to think of her sister. Ashley was dead. She wasn't coming back. Angel had to focus on the living. And Pyro wasn't hard on the eyes. Even doped up she could tell there was a lot of lean, hard muscle beneath that worn out cotton tee. Desperate times called for desperate action. Sleeping with Pyro would be the least of her crimes.
Her gaze wondered the room, noting how bare and totally devoid of any personal effects the room was. There wasn’t a single clue that gave away personal information. For all intents and purposes, the room could’ve been a hotel room.
She remembered Ashley had been so in love with him. She used to go on and on about what a good man Pyro was deep down; what a sweet and generous heart he had. And that he was going to make a great father even if he didn't know it yet. At the time Angel had found Ashley’s starry-eyed belief in Pyro incredibly romantic. There was a certain charm to the idea of taming the bad boy but found out real quick that fairy tales weren’t real. Bad boys stayed bad. They didn't suddenly shuck their bad boy skin and climb into the skin of Prince Charming. Not that Pyro had ever pretended to be anything but bad. “How could you have been so blind, Ashley?” she whispered. Angel vowed to herself that she would never let something as flimsy as love blind her but then she’d met Benton and he’d tricked her into thinking that he was not only a good guy but the kind of guy you married. Good God, she was the one who’d been so stupid. A hot tear blaze down her cheek and she wiped it away with a quick motion. The time for tears was done. Time to put a play into action. If she was going to sleep with Pyro, she had to be convincing. Pyro wasn't the kind of guy who would buy a bad act. Hell, she didn't even know if he would bite what she had dangling on the hook. She went to the mirror in the bathroom and gave herself a hard stare. He was right, she was too thin. But there was nothing she could do about that right now. Ashley has been curvy and soft with a big, bright smile and a bubbly personality. Angel has always had a little bit more of an edge but not much more. She rummaged in his bathroom drawer and found a brush and proceeded to drag it through the brown tangle that’d become her hair. If she was going to try and seduce Pyro she couldn't look like a hood rat. She did her best to make herself presentable and then went into the kitchen to see if she could throw together some food. She wasn't much of a cook but she could do the basics. Time to test out her sister's theory.
Please God, let this work.
And don't judge me — I’m only doing what I have to do.
***
Pyro found himself somewhere he didn’t really want to be but felt he had no choice. Bronx was right, the blue balls syndrome was kicking his ass hard. He needed to keep his head on straight and that meant letting off some pressure. And he sure as hell didn’t want any attachments to deal with either. He walked into the back room of Fox Tails, a strip joint he used to frequent a year or two ago and asked for Lexie.
The manager, a fat slob who didn’t give two shits about what went on in the private rooms as long he didn’t get busted by the cops, nodded and gestured to the blond sticking her tits into the face of an old man with a fistful of cash. Lexie, seeing Pyro, stopped for a moment and then after whispering something in the old man’s ear, sauntered over to Pyro.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she purred, trailing a long, fake nail down his chest. “Haven’t seen you around in quite a while.”
“Been busy.”
“Haven’t we all,” Lexie said, narrowing her gaze. Clearly, she felt abandoned. Not that he blamed her. He used to be a pretty good regular and strippers hated when their cash flow was interrupted. She flicked her attention elsewhere with pique. “Well, too bad for you, sugar. I’m all booked up for the evening.”
“Don’t be rude, Lex,” the manager warned, gripping her arm. “You know we make allowances for special customers.”
Pyro looked to the manager, his gaze hard. “Get your hands off her. I don’t need you muscling a woman on my behalf. If she’s not interested…”
Realizing she was going to miss out, she quickly changed her tune. “I was just playing around,” Lexie said, jerking her arm out of the manager’s grasp with a glower. “Pyro knows that.”
Her tits, nice round and artificially full with tight, rosebud nipples, jiggled a little with the motion and then she grasped Pyro’s hand as she shot her manager a look before leading Pyro into the private back room. Once the door was closed, Pyro sank into the faux leather and watched with anticipation as Lexie shimmied out of her tiny thong and tossed it at him, now completely nude. Lexie had the kind of body he preferred, lush and full, with big titties and a round ass but even as she stood buck ass naked, she might as well have been standing there in a parka, which freaked him out a little. He ought to be raging hard considering the self-imposed drought. Fortunately, Lexie was a professional and went straight to work. “So where you been” she asked, going to kneel between his legs and expertly undoing his belt and popping his jeans. “You haven’t been around in over a year. I thought you were dead or something.”
“Aww, you care,” he quipped, regarding her with dark amusement as she fished out his semi-flaccid cock. She gave him a sly grin and wiggled his flopping penis. “I might need a little encouragement,” he told her and she laughed.
“Maybe you need a little Viagra,” she teased.
“Or maybe I just need your hot little mouth,” he countered, pulling her head down onto his member. “So let’s get this show on the road.” He stuffed her mouth with his cock and closed his eyes, willing himself to just enjoy the bliss of having his cock sucked. The dull thud of the club music throbbed through the walls and the smells of sex and degradation permeated the room. Ordinarily, this was a perfect setting for him to get his rocks off. Filthy sex that he paid for was the safest kind. No attachments. He didn’t waste another minute of thought on the woman after the act was through. He threaded his hands through her peroxide-brittle hair and enjoyed the suck of her hot, greedy mouth on his swiftly hardening cock. Lexie was legendary with her mouth and she was earning her money tonight. His hips thrust against her mouth and he drove his cock down her throat as her hands worked his shaft. Suddenly, a wet finger went up his ass and he groaned with pure pleasure as she fingered his prostate while she sucked him off. For a gloriously brief moment, there was nothing but the fantastic feel of a hot mouth working his cock. His sexual lockdown busted open under her ministrations and as his eyes rolled up in his head with pure bliss, he pumped a hot and ready load right down her throat, pumping jets of his seed
down her lovely gullet, which she drank greedily and without complaint.
“I’ve missed you,” she purred, rising to climb on his lap, straddling him with a smug grin.
“Yeah? You missed my money,” he clarified with a sated grin as the last wave of pulsing pleasure began to fade. He filled his hands with her tits and squeezed gently. More than a nice handful, he mused, intent on remaining in the here and now but his mind stubbornly returned to the one person he’d been trying to forget about and all the good feelings drained away.
Angel.
Sensing she was losing him, Lexie threw in a sure-fire way to get him revved up. “For an extra $500, you can fuck me in the ass,” she offered with a grin. “I remember how you love a little hot ass wrapped around your cock.”
Fuck. What was wrong with him? Was he so messed up that he had to hunger for what he couldn’t — and shouldn’t — have? He focused on how round and plump her breasts were almost desperately. Past experience told him that Lexie was worth the $500 but if he couldn’t get right in the head about it, it would be $500 wasted. He slapped her ass cheek and grinned absently as it jiggled nicely. “You do have a fine ass,” he murmured but his mind was already throwing images that had nothing to do with the woman propositioning him. He rubbed where he’d slapped her flesh and wondered how many men Lexie had fucked today. He couldn’t pretend to be jealous because he wasn’t, it was more about being picky about how much traffic was traveling the road. “Been busy tonight?” he asked.
“A little. Nothing like you, baby,” she said, a practiced whore. “No one fucks me like you, Pyro. You’ve got that certain something — something dangerous — that makes it ten times better than everyone else.”
Even if she was being genuine, he simply didn’t think he could perform with the way his mind was operating. He heaved a pissed off sigh. “Another time, babe,” he said as he helped her off his crotch. She pouted but didn’t press as she scooped up her thong and slid back into it. She grabbed a silky kimono and wrapped herself into it, tying it at the waist.
“Don’t be a stranger, baby,” she said as he tucked a cool $100 into her greedy little hand. She grinned and sauntered from the room. Normally, afterward he would usually watch a few dances as a pleasant end to the evening but he wasn’t in the mood. If anything he was more wound up than ever and that didn’t make any sense at all.
Well, guess he couldn’t avoid going back to his place forever. He’d just have to find a way to keep his pervy hands to himself. It was one thing to know that he was going to hell — it was quite another to throw a destination party.
-6-
With nothing else to do, Angel cleaned up the disgusting place that Pyro called home. Maybe she wasn’t Betty Crocker but she was pretty good at scrubbing something clean. With her limited resources, she’d often found herself living in some really shitty apartments and even if she couldn’t make it more than it was, at least it could be clean. That was the least she could do for her baby girl. Nothing a little elbow grease couldn’t polish, she always told herself whenever she was faced with a new tenement.
But after she’d scrubbed and scraped and washed everything she could manage, there was nothing else to do and Pyro hadn’t returned, so she crawled into his freshly made bed and fell promptly asleep.
However, years of living on the edge had made her a light sleeper and her eyes popped open in the darkness the minute she heard the front door open.
Pyro made his way to his bedroom and she saw him illuminated in the pale moonlight, a hard physique made of lean muscle and a dirty girl’s wet dream, and she found herself shaking a little. It shouldn’t be too hard to seduce him, she told herself. Men were easily led around by their dicks, right? And Pyro was a whore and a half. So, what’s with the theatrics? She swallowed and shifted in the bed, holding her breath when she realized he was just standing there in the darkness. Was he watching her? A shiver stole over her senses and she sensed that he knew she was awake. “Are you going to just stand there and stare at me like some weirdo?” she braved, hoping he didn’t catch the tremor in her voice. “Your couch is lumpy and you weren’t here so I took your bed.” She drew a breath then threw out, “But you can join me if you want” and hoped he took the bait.
“Just what are you offering, little girl?” he asked, his voice doing strange things to her insides.
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” she countered, wishing she could read his expression. “In case you haven’t noticed…I’m a woman.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
The silence felt heavy until he said, “Not to me” and then, of all things, he fucking left, closing the door behind him. She stared at the closed door, a bit deflated and bewildered. Ouch. So much for her sex appeal. And did he think she was a kid? For fuck’s sake, she was no kid. Hadn’t been since the night her sister had been killed. Didn’t he realize that? Her bruised feelings at being rejected slowly morphed into indignation and she kicked the blankets free to storm into the living room where he was getting ready to take off his jeans. A small lamp threw shadows on the dingy walls but she could see quite clearly that he was 100 percent man. Muscle roped his body, causing the spit to dry in her mouth as her insides warmed and downstairs melted in a way that she’d never truly experienced. For her, sex had always been a means to an end that was sometimes enjoyable, sometimes not. But looking at Pyro right now, made her question if she’d been going about this whole sex thing, all wrong. He paused, pinning her with an unreadable stare and warned her off with a growl. “Go back to bed, Angel.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” she dared, taking a step closer. “I haven’t been a kid since the day you got my sister killed so don’t go and pretend like you’ve got some moral line you won’t cross. It’s bullshit and I’m in no mood to hear it.”
His strained chuckle rang a chord deep inside her and she wondered if she could handle someone like Pyro in bed. He was dangerous, raw and primal, which meant sex with him wouldn’t be a quickie, one and done. Her knees actually weakened but her nipples hardened. She was wearing one of his old tees but she might as well been naked. His gaze raked her body and fastened on the hardened peaks and the hunger in his eyes stole her breath. She’d never known anyone to look at her that way — as if he were desperate to devour her — and, fuck me, it was intoxicating. He stalked toward her and in spite of herself, she backed away until she was pressed against the wall. He framed her on both sides, staring down at her with something that she couldn’t put her finger on — maybe something he didn’t want to feel — and she stared up at him, daring him to take it to the next level. “What if I told you that I wanted to fuck you raw? Would that soothe whatever womanly ego you’ve got going on?”
“Don’t fucking mock me,” she growled with genuine anger. “I never asked you to play the hero. I know you’re not a good guy and I’m not expecting anything more from you than a place to crash for a few days. If you can’t see me as a woman, and not the kid you left behind, that’s your loss, buddy.” She went to push him away but he hoisted her onto his hips before sealing his mouth to hers in a brutal invasion that was neither sweet nor gentle but seemed fitting for what they were both aiming for. Her bare pussy rubbed against the hairs on his belly, teasing in the most carnal way, and she shuddered as his tongue tangled with hers, plunging inside her mouth, insistent and cruel. He slammed her against the wall and she cried out but not from fear, but insane arousal. There was something incredibly exciting about the viciousness in his touch, the total abandon of anything resembling romance or chivalry that she craved like her body needed air. It was insane, it defied explanation but she wanted it so badly. “Is that all you got?” she taunted him, gasping as his mouth traveled to the tender skin on her neck. He answered with a growl and a bite and she wrapped her legs more tightly around his torso. Her clit rubbed against the granite of his belly and she mindlessly sought more friction. He groaned and carried her to the couch where he dumped her unceremonious
ly.
“Is this what you want?” he asked in a harsh tone, his eyes blazing. “To be fucked and used? Because that’s all I’m offering. You got that? I’ll fuck you and forget you the minute I’m through with you.”
She narrowed her gaze and leaned back, purposefully letting her legs splay open so he could get a nice long look at her dripping pussy. “Get over yourself, Pyro. Does it look like I’m asking for anything more than your cock tonight?” She popped a finger into her mouth and then once it was good and wet, she sought out her swollen clit and rubbed it slowly. “Sometimes all a girl wants is a good fuck. You think you can handle that?”
“Careful what you ask for,” he warned her but his silky tone slid over her nerve endings like a river of fine chocolate. He jerked his pants off and tossed them, allowing her to feast her eyes on the rock-hard, straining cock jutting out like an oak branch and she licked her lips in anticipation of what it would feel like to be split in two by that cock. By Pyro. He was bigger than any guy she’d ever been with. Looking at that cock was both awe-inspiring and intimidating at the same time. His eyes glazed as he stared down at her and then he pushed aside her fingers and sank to his knees before burying his face between her thighs. He pulled her toward him, his tongue sinking into her willing heat to play with the tiny nub that pulsed with swollen need. She arced with a wild gasp, gripping the sofa beneath sweaty palms as Pyro worked her mercilessly. His tongue dipped lower and slathered up her ass. She closed her eyes with pure bliss as his tongue rimmed her and she groaned, low and deep in her throat, as pleasure washed over her but soon enough he was back at her clit, only this time his finger worked its way to her G spot and as his tongue flicked and his mouth sucked, his finger thrummed that elusive spot until she was crying out like a banshee, her nipples pearled into hard peaks of total want and need. He drove her without end, pushing her to the limit and then back again only to do it over and over. Mindless, she became a raging, quivering mass of sexual tension. And then, when she couldn’t take another second, he pushed her to the edge and shoved her off. OhhhhmyGoddddd! She smashed into the biggest orgasm of her life, tumbling into sweet oblivion as the pleasure crested into almost pain as it eclipsed her body and took over, crashing like a tsunami over her, obliterating her ability to think or speak. “Oh my God,” she said weakly, her head lolling as the waves of pleasure continued to buffet her as they slowly receded. “Oh my God…” it was all she could say. All she could manage. Her brain was babbling and her mouth was following suit. But just as she was coming to her senses, Pyro pulled her from the couch and suddenly bent her over the armrest, her ass in the air. She glanced over her shoulder, her hair falling to either side of her as she bit her lip, waiting. He sheathed himself in latex and then wrenched her head back with a brutal pull at her scalp, his cock grinding against her ass cheeks. He was everything bad — destruction incarnate — and she was dripping for him.