King of Depravity: Chapter 2

I stay until closing, keeping one eye on the Russians, the other on Chloe. She’s running scared like a little mouse, staying close to the wall, trying to escape my notice.

Like that’s possible.

I’m a man who operates in the shadows. She can’t hide in that place, it belongs to me.

The Russians finally leave, so drunk they stumble to the door. Some nights I follow them. I know loads of their secrets at this point, so tonight, I don’t bother.

I know where each of them lives, know where their office is located. I’ve even learned several of their drug drops. I’m thorough.

I rub my thumb and forefinger together, remembering the feel of Chloe’s skin. She was so fucking soft, like silk under my rough palm.

I meant what I said, one way or the other, she’s going to give herself to me. I don’t have much of a moral compass, even my family senses it, and they treat me differently because of it.

Most women don’t notice, they’re too busy looking at my tattoos or my muscles. Not that I pay them mind. But Chloe skittered away from me, her eyes darting here and there as she tried to map an escape. She senses what’s under my façade, and she’s running scared. She should be afraid. I’m a predator.

I don’t make a habit of terrorizing women. But just watching Chloe brings out a primal interest in me I’ve never felt before. It will be exercised one way or the other.

I watch her cash out, the bartender handing her any tips that were given on charge cards. I know I only drank about forty dollars of liquor, so she got a fat tip from me.

She did as I asked, delivering my drinks precisely on the hour. I didn’t touch any of them. I don’t drink, lowering my inhibitions any further is terrible idea, but I need to order drinks to remain at the table.

She got smart in her delivery, bringing them to the opposite side of the table from where I’m sitting.

Chloe is gorgeous with thick hair that her tight ponytail doesn’t disguise, and dark green eyes. She’s got a decent rack, but her ass is fucking fantastic and watching her walk away from my table over and over was a treat.

She finishes with the bartender, who gives her a goofy smile as she shrugs on an old leather jacket and unties the apron, stuffing the cash into a pocket on the inside of the jacket.

She takes one bill out and puts it in her regular pocket. Noted. I rise from the table, skirting around the wall to avoid being seen.

It’s got to be close to two in the morning and only one waitress remains, attempting to shuffle her last customers out the door so she can leave.

Keeping to the shadows, I follow Chloe out onto the street. I keep far back, the tap of her high heels making her easy to follow.

We move from the downtown bar into the slums of Vegas where vagrants set up entire camps on the street.

It’s a shit neighborhood and no woman should be out on these streets alone.

I watch Chloe until she turns onto a street full of rundown apartments and then I stop, waiting to see which one she enters.

But that’s when I see the shadows shift.

My muscles tighten and I stop, narrowing my gaze.

Chloe senses it too and she turns, just as a man jumps out of the shadows.

“Give me all your money,” he barks, waving a knife.

“What the fuck, Darrel?” she huffs even as she pulls the bill from her outside pocket and holds it out to the guy. “If you don’t knock this off, I’m calling the cops.”

“Fuck off, Chloe.” He snaps the bills from her fingers and waves the knife. “You call the cops the next time, I’ll slit your throat.”

I’ve heard enough.

I’m moving again, not disguising my steps this time. I don’t know what I want from Chloe, but I am sure as shit not going to let her die until I figure it out.

The guy hears me and spins, holding the knife out in my direction. Not slowing my stride, I bat the knife from his hand then grab him by the throat.

His stench hits me, the smell of a person who hasn’t bathed in a long time. He’s thin. Frail.

Probably an addict. Vegas is full of them. He crumples to his knees. “Don’t hurt me,” he whimpers sounding completely pathetic.

“Give the lady back her money,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

“It’s fine,” Chloe says holding up her hands. “It’s no big deal.”

I think back to when she put that one bill in her pocket. The one she gave this guy. She knew he was going to rob her. She planned on it. How much does he steal from her?

I reach down and grab his wrist, squeezing until the mother fucker opens his palm. It’s a twenty. “How often do you give him a twenty-dollar bill?”

“How do you…” She shakes her head. “What are you even doing here?”

My lips are thin over my teeth as I give the guy a good shake. “Get the fuck out of here. You steal from Chloe again and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

I let go.

The guy lurches to his feet, falls, gets up again, and stumbles away. He’s left the twenty on the ground and I pick it up, holding it out to Chloe. She doesn’t take it. her eyes are wary as she takes a step back.

“How much money has he taken from you?”

She shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. He uses it to eat sometimes.”

I shake my head, closing the distance between us, before she can start up the stairs. Wrapping a hand around her waist, I pull her against my body. She feels so fucking good.

I don’t have a lot of sex. Even though women offer it, I just… I’m not usually interested. But Chloe is different. The moment her body presses against mine, my cock is raging hard and my brain is buzzing.

“Twenty a night for how many nights?” I ask, watching her for signs she’s lying.

“I don’t know. Four, five times a week.”

“For how long?”

She’s trying to push away, but I hold her firm. “A year and a half.”

I do some quick math. “That’s nearly seven thousand dollars.”

She lets out a long breath. “It’s easier to just give it to him.”

“Not anymore. I just scared him off.” I spread my hand out over her back which I’ve worked under her jacket. The wad of cash she stashed inside the coat brushes my hand.

“Thank you?” she says trying to wriggle away. The wriggling is even nicer than the pushing.

“I’ve saved you two thousand dollars just the rest of this year.” I say. “Understand this is a service that people pay me to deliver.”

She goes still, her eyes growing wide. I can’t see their green color in this light, I can barely distinguish it in the intimate lighting of the piano bar. I’d like to see them in the light of day. “P-pay you?”

“Now I happen to know you’ve got money in your pocket.”

She starts to tremble. It’s not my intention to frighten her. Then again, I don’t really care. Either way, I am going to get what I want from her.

Using my free hand, I reach into the jacket and extract the wad of bills. Must be close to a thousand dollars here.

“What?” she squeaks, grabbing for the money. That’s when I push her belly against mine, the thump of my hand stealing her breath.

“I just performed a service for you. This is my payment. As a waitress, I think you understand.”

“But I didn’t ask you to, and…” I hear the catch in her voice. “I need that money.”

Now we’re getting somewhere. Thet feel of her against me is fraying at my normal control and I massage a circle on her back, the feel of her stomach against mine, making my balls so heavy. “Listen. I’m not unreasonable.”

I hear her soft snort. “Right.”

A grin curls one side of my mouth. “You paid me for a service just now. You want this cash, you perform a different service for me.”

A tremble moves through her entire body. Then she freezes like a little bunny being hunted. I’m not even sure she’s breathing, she’s so motionless, and I thump her back to make certain. That’s when a strangled sound, like the noise of a dying animal comes out of her throat.

It’s a sound that I have a fair bit of familiarity with, so I know that I’m about to make the kill.

Only this one is metaphorical. Probably.

“Service…” Her whisper is full of tears. I don’t actually like it when women cry. It breaks something inside me.

My hand fists in her shirt. “I won’t touch you. I just want to look at you and⁠—”

“What?”

My brain is buzzing, barely clear. I need release and I think I might need to get Chloe out of my system because she’s got me feeling…

Lifting her feet off the ground, I carry her up the steps.

She goes wild in my arms, kicking and scratching. I stop, pinning her to my chest. “You’re going to strip off your clothes and let me jack off over that pert little ass. Then I’m going to leave your money and go. Keep fighting, and I’m going to come up with a new, and even more exciting plan.”

“You can’t mean it.” I hear her fear, as she trembles against me.

“I do. Now tell me that you agree. I’m not much for consent but my brothers claim it helps prevent lawsuits.”

“You have this problem often?”

“Never. I can’t stand sensitivity training, so I mind the rules.” It’s true. One day of lectures on sexual harassment in the workplace, and I knew I wouldn’t bother, because that shit made me want to tear my hair out.

“S-sensitivity training?” She’s looking at me like I’m completely insane. It’s a look I’m used to, but I kind of thought discussing workplace training made me sort of…normal.

“So. Are you going to let me cum all over your ass or not?”

“If I don’t, you take my money?”

“My money. I got rid of your habitual thief, remember?”

She freezes again, like the scared little prey she is. She licks her lips. “You…you promise that you won’t put any p-parts of you inside of me?”

“Promise.” I’m not a guy people should ask for promises but that’s her problem. I just want to see her ass naked, and I need to cum like yesterday.

“Fine. I consent.”

I reach into another pocket and pull out her keys.

This is going to be fun.