Bound by Blackwood

Jack's POV

My eyes caught sight of an unusual being in my club. She tried to sway in between the crowd declining every male invite to dance with her.

“Men, you had to see the way those chickens bolted when they heard we were coming." Ryan, smacked my arm as he cracked a joke he had said a hundred times.

The bastard was under the influence of alcohol and became a pain in the ass for me and my other friend Vincent.

My eyes darted over to the girl who had just walked in with her friend who ditched her for a guy at the entrance. She looked lost, too proper and innocent for a club.

Blood rushed down my c**k as a naughty thought comes into my head. I'd like to see a girl like her choke on my d**k. They always acted innocent until they were behind closed doors taking a good ram of c**k.

I ignored my friend's blabbing and turned my entire focus on her. Tonight, I had no idea of inviting a girl over but she made that exception.

Two guys made their way towards her and that made me spring up to my feet. I trudged down the VIP section and mixed with the crowd just to get to her.

Once they saw me approaching with my eyes down on the girl, they vanished into the crowd. My interest picked up when I noticed it was the girl from the class earlier. The one who had broken my Rolex and humiliatingly declined my c**k.

She was no saint after all.

While she was skimming through her mini purse that obviously had nothing inside, I closed in on her.

Her whimsy scent threw me off balance like a garden full of fresh lavenders and coconuts.

“I must say, this ass managed to catch my attention tonight." I grabbed her ass cheek and she jolted like a frightened kitten.

“Get... your hands off me, Blackwood." She called me by my last name. Usually, I'd be offended but hearing her say it while frightened amused me.

“Now you are trying to act like a saint when you show up at a club dressed like a slut," I mumbled against her neck and noticed her pulse quicken.

“I am not a slut," she retorted back, slamming her elbow into my stoic abs.

“Careful or you might hurt yourself," I mumbled, licking down her neck. Her skin fidgets and turns into a garden of goosebumps.

“What do you think you are doing?" She panicked, struggling to get away from me.

“Why don't you tell me why you are here in the first place. From what I noticed you are not made for a wild place like this," I taunted her, musing in the way her breathing quickens and her constant flinching.

Her silence irked me up and I dug me nails into her skin. A wince escaped from her mouth and I c**k twitched.

_I wonder what she would sound like underneath me._ The thought invaded my mind like a chemical reaction infused.

“You are not answering my question. Being snubbed is one way to get on my bad side," I warned.

She exhaled but that didn't calm her pulse. Now I am craving to draw blood from it like I am a f*****g vampire.

“I came here to...um...to make some bills?" She said, her voice sounding embarrassed.

I cracked my head back and roared out a laugh. She is even far interesting than I thought she would be.

“So you intend to pick money off my club and pay me with it." I chuckled, letting her go.

“No...I had no idea the club belonged to you. God can you just extend the time frame. I can't generate half a billion within three days. That's impossible," she fumed, her face blending with the red lights.

“Three days is three days, kitten. If you don't want your cunt f****d up then find a way to pay. I thought you were smart. A nerd should be able to sort things out within a second."

“Not all nerds are filthy rich like you. Besides, my parents won't willingly give me half a hundred even if I ask politely," she snapped and the way she talked about her parents shifted something in me for a second.

She tried to leave but I grabbed her arm and pulled closer to me. “Where do you think you are going? I am not done with you yet."

“What do you want from me?" She grimaced as if my touch was a burn to her skin.

“You want to earn half the money then entertain," I said and she looked at as if she had seen a ghost or a monster.

“I told you, I am not here to sell my body," she claimed, trying to free herself from my grip. Her stubborn attitude only fueled my excitement to taunted her further.

“You don't have to do anything s*x related. Since you have rejected my c**k twice now. I will clear half your debt if you strip for me," I said, knowing that she would flame up in red which she does.

A wave of shock flashed through her eyes and joy builds in my chest as I watched her crumble.

“Str...stripe for you..." She stuttered. “I am not a stripper nor will I do such a thing for you. Please let me go, I will find another means to pay you back," she assured, but I wasn't ready to let her go, not now that I was already having fun pushing her buttons.

Unlike other girls who did throw themselves at my feet to get my attention and get f****d, she remained immune to all my charms. And that means me want to break her more, ruin her until she gives up her facade.

To me, all women are the same, slutty and ambitious gold diggers. The only reason why this one hasn't fallen apart is because she good at hiding her taste.

And I am going to wreck her life, destroy her resolve and make her give in to her wildest dark fantasy.