He shakes his head. “Do you know how many women would love to be in your shoes?”
“Plenty. I paid ten grand for these boots.” I smirk. “I went into business with your old man because it was lucrative. Not because I wanted to marry into the family.”
His jaw clenches. “If I knock you up, would you marry me?”
I almost snort, is this moron for real? Sure, Micah is gorgeous. Dark hair bright green eyes, He’s tall but not overly muscled. He looks damn good in a suit and on paper, yeah, we’d be a good match. I’m just not the marrying type. I like to fuck and shoot shit. I don’t want a family. I’ve never wanted that life. “Fuck that. If I got knocked up and an abortion failed, I’d drop the brat off to you. I don’t want no kids. This life, this world, fuck that.”
His fingers work between my thighs under my miniskirt, and I let out a small moan. “Last night I fucked this bitch at a diner outside of town, huge tits,” he tells me, like I give a fuck.
“Blonde? Body to die for?” I moan again when a finger sl
ips inside of me and makes a come here motion.
“Fuck yeah, perfect cock sucking mouth. Them tits were the best thing on her though. Was shocked as fuck how tight her cunt was.” This is the shit that gets me wet. I picture him with her now. Those big tits begging to be sucked.
I smirk at him as he waits for my reaction. He wants me to be jealous. How cute. “I’ve fucked her too, and agreed, perfect tits.” Never been much into pussy eating, but that bitch, hot as hell. It shocked the fuck out of me when I got wet looking at her tits. I stuck around after her shift and followed her back to her place. Still ain’t a fan of eating pussy, but I wouldn’t mind going back to her again. The woman could do things with her tongue. Things I want to repeat. Wetness slides down my thighs as he continues to finger fuck me harder.
“I know you did. It’s why I went there. Thing is, Trin, I want you all to myself.” His fingers come off my pussy, moving to my neck, tightening around my throat, and making it hard to breathe. “The second I shot my load on the bitch’s tits, I shoved my gun up her cunt and pulled the trigger.” Panic sets in as he squeezes harder. “I’ll keep doing that shit, to anyone that fucking looks at or touches you, until the only one left is me. You’re mine, Trin. Fucking mine. You’re a real bad bitch, but it’s going to be you and me, baby. Nobody fucks my bitch.”
Any excitement I was feeling is long gone. My pussy dries up like a fuckin’ desert. Fuck him. I’m not down with this shit. He doesn’t own me. No man ever will. I do who I want when I fuckin’ want.
“Fuck you, Micah.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart.” He loosens slightly and lines his dick up, shoving it inside my dry cunt. This mother fucker. “Like this bitch? Like it when I force you, while you struggle to breathe?”
I push at his chest. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, you hate me so bad, don’t you?” He pumps in and out of me and my body betrays me, giving in to his fucked up affection. “You fuckin’ love me and my cock.”
My nails dig into his back, drawing blood. When I know he’s about to get off inside me, I move, throwing him off me. I grab my knife from the desk. “Do that shit to me again, and I won’t care who your father is.”
He glares at me and tucks his dick back in his pants. “You can have this reprieve for now, next time you pull a knife on me, it will be your last.” He walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Bastard. He was a decent lay until he started wanting more from me. Micah thinks he can bed me, and I’ll stand down like a good little bitch and give him the run of my shit. It’s cute. Comical really, but nah. That’s not me. I run this shit. I built this with Nadia. No one will come in and take over. Any man who tries me will pay.
“Yo, Trin. You good girl?” Nadia calls from the other side of the door.
Rubbing my temples, I walk to it and swing it open. “We need to stop letting that bastard in here.”
“Some of the girls are afraid of him.” Her mouth stretches wide like the damn Joker.
I shoot her a smile. “Bunch of bitches,” I mutter. “You remember that hot waitress from that diner just outside town?”
She grins and licks her lips. “Damn right I do. Fuck me she was magical.” I shake my head at her and laugh.
“Micha fucking murdered the bitch. All because I fucked her.” Her eyes bug out and she just stares at me in shock.
“Wait, hold up here, you mean to tell me that you actually got it on with a chick? That’s not fair. You promised that I would be your first girl on girl experience.” She pouts.
I snort. “That’s all you’re getting out of this shit?”
“Well duh, who cares about a big titted bitch in the middle of nowhere. Sure, she was a good lay, but that’s about all she was good for. Anyways, did the deal go through?”
I nod. “Luciano loves our product. He’s willing to pay ten percent more than we asked for, but he wants a piece of our burlesque clubs.” Strip clubs are a dime a dozen, but the big money is in burlesque. Shocked the shit outta me when Nadia first brought it up, but she was a headliner in Vegas and knew what she was talking about. We have a chain of them now, and most weekends are booked solid. Hell, most weeknights too.
“That’s not a bad offer. But our clubs make more than the Meth and Cocaine combined. What’s the deal exactly?”
I smirk. “Ten percent more than everyone else buys our products for, obviously, and he wants delivery on the product every two months. Plus, after six months he’ll up our price.” Nadia looks at me, jaw dropping, knowing how much cash that means for us. “And because I know the value of our clubs, I made him sign a contract. I made him buy into us. He lives in New York, and we don’t have a club there. He bought a New York chain from us and pays us forty percent,” I tell her proudly.