Desire becomes Her

Chapter 7

7

Things slowly went back to normal between them; whatever normal was. As angry as she was with him, she still could not sleep unless she was beside him. He was getting impatient with her however, as she still refused him night after night.  Something he would usually ignore, do as he pleased anyway.  But he found over time, that it made things easier if she complied instead of struggled.

A month into her protest against him she was finally invited to go to another club. He was being sent to the surface to collect a particular soul and he was going to use her as bait. They pulled up to a club in L.A. sitting in the back of a limo. When they got out they were let in immediately, by passing the line that curved around the block and entered to noise so loud she could feel it in her chest, changing the beat of her heart. He looked around a moment and let go of her arm, spoke in her ear so she could hear him. "Be good, have fun. I'll be upstairs if you need me. I'm working tonight, please stay out of trouble." He kissed her temple, lingering there a moment too long before moving away from her. She closed her eyes, disappointed that was all she got. He headed upstairs; she wandered through the crowd of people.

It did not take long for her to find people to get her in trouble. She had not been afforded this in a long time, the feeling of freedom was overwhelming; whole body alive and shaking with excitement. She found herself at an area furnished with old couches and chairs, a table with empty and full glasses in front of her; people she had once considered "her people" surrounding her. Letting the pill dissolve on her tongue she sat back against the couch cushion and waited for it to take effect.

When something else was passed her way, she reached for it but was stopped by a hand, fingers squeezing her arm; she tried to pull away and looked at who it was. He was a big man, not handsome, olive skin and black hair, a moustache; the only thing on his face that was tidy. A scowl and bushy eye brows. "Let me go."

"Or what? You come into my club, take my drugs and think you can just walk away?"

"Or you deal with him." Her eyes went upward. Lucian was standing on the balcony of the upper floor watching her. The ugly man just laughed.

"He'd never get down here in time. You're coming with me." He pulled on her arm again, standing her up and started to pull her toward the back of the club.

"I'd appreciate it if you took your hands off my property" She heard Lucian's voice and the man took a step back.

"How did you? So fast?"

"That doesn't matter; please take your hands off her. You break her, and I break you."

"Look , I didn't know she was yours. I can't have working girls in here"

"I assure you, Addison is not a p********e. Now..." He looked at the grubby club owner and he let Addison's arm go. Lucian pulled her over to where he stood and guided her the other way. When he got her to the base of the stairs he pushed her against the wall, holding her face in his hand; fingers pressing into her cheeks. He looked at her eyes, which had started to droop. "How many did you take?"

"Not many."

"How many?"

"Three"

"For f**k's sake, Addison. What part of 'stay out of trouble' did you not understand?" he batted her hands away, which had found their way into his suit Jacket, un-tucking the back of his shirt.

"Stop"

"Come on, it's been so long."

"That's your fault." He took hold of her arm and ushered her up the stairs. When she tripped, he yanked her to her feet again. When they reached the top he put her in a corner full of pillows, curtains from the ceiling shrouding it. The area upstairs had been set up in Persian decor. "Stay here, don't move." He straightened himself out and walked back to the group of men he was meeting with and apologized before they got back to their conversation.`

She sat there and pouted before someone caught her eye. He sat at a high top drinking on his own and his eye caught her as well. It did not take long before she was following him into the restrooms. When Lucian finally was able to pry his eyes away from his associates and saw she was gone he pounded the table and swore under his breath. “Gentleman, if you'll excuse me." He got up slowly and turned, eyes looking around the upper part of the club for her. He didn't see her go down the stairs; he was sitting right next to them. She was still up here somewhere. After speaking to a few people he headed toward the back. There were two private facilities, one was empty, and the other's door was locked. He could hear her in there and slammed his foot into door knob, busting the door open. "There you are."

The man she had followed in had her against the wall, hand between her legs, her fingers digging into his shoulders, his belt undone and ready.  Addison opened her eyes as Lucian took two good strides toward them "Lucian Don't--!" He took the man's head in his hands and wrenched it sideways, breaking his neck and let him fall to the floor. "What the f**k is wrong with you?" Face screwed up in a scowl she put her hands up quickly as he came at her batting him away but he took hold of them. Squeezing her wrists hard and turning her around, he pulled one arm around behind her back as he pushed her down on the counter in front of the mirror, face on the cold granite. She laughed at him, smiled even as she heard his expensive suit pants slide to the floor. He pressed his hand on the back of her head as he pushed against her from behind.

"You will learn to listen to me and respect what I am and what I can do to you. You are mine, you belong to Me. No one else, least of all a human being touches you." her hips hit the granite edge and she clenched her teeth. She was going to be bruised; she didn't care. Sometimes to get a little control, she had to do stupid things that would make him angry. When he was done, and the pressure on her head and arm were released she heard his belt slide back into place and then felt weight on her back as he leaned in to talk in her ear.

"Get yourself cleaned up." His breath was hot as he spoke and when he stood up, he smacked her bare rear end and walked out. She stood there a moment, bent over the granite counter before she got up with an angry huff. Whatever she had taken was starting to wear off. She pulled her skirt back down, looked around and found her undies, pulled them back on and then got herself presentable again. Then she pulled the strap up on the one shoulder shirt she wore, ran fingers through her hair and pulled it back up. Waited a few moments and then walked from the bathroom, leaving the body of the man she was trying to have some fun with on the floor. She was sure Lucian would clean it up, it was the soul he was after; she already knew that.