Fighting Dirty: A Stepbrother Romance (When The Gloves Come Off Book 2) (5 page)

Riley

Cold metal cuts into my skin. My wrists have been rubbed raw by the handcuffs, but I love it. If not for the restraints, I think I would go crazy. I can barely lie still as it is. Then Liam takes off his pants. His cock is thick and hard, much bigger than I imagined. I tense. What if he’s too big? What if he can’t fit inside me, or worse: what if it hurts?

Instinctively, I try to close my legs, but Liam has positioned himself between them. He leans over; I can feel his cock between my legs. A jolt of electricity rocks me back. I start to pant.

Then he slips inside me.

I can feel my body stretch to accommodate his girth. I groan, half with pain, half with pleasure.

Liam takes his time. I can see the strain on his face. He wants more. For half a second I feel embarrassed that I’m not more experienced; I want to make him happy like the other girls he’s slept with.

My embarrassment quickly retreats against the tide of energy washing over my body. I move as if possessed. Liam thrusts into me slowly. I match his rhythm, taking him deep inside me. I’ve never done this before, but my body behaves as if it happens all the time. I’m happy to let nature take over and enjoy the ride.

Liam lifts my legs. I wrap them around his waist and squeeze. He groans and stares deep into my eyes.

“Liam…” I whisper, almost as if to verify this is really happening.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. I have no basis of comparison. All I know is that I don’t want it to stop. A chill shoots up my spine. I shiver beneath its force.

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

Liam rises up above of me. He looks down on me; his back is straight, his face intense. He drives his cock into me with a punishing speed. I grip the bedpost as it bangs against the wall. The music from the club beats with a deep bass.

Liam holds my hips as he thrusts. I scream with pleasure and claw at the handcuffs. My restraints should leave me feeling helpless; instead they make me feel anchored to the moment. Without them, I think I might float away.

Liam crashes into me with a quick stroke. In and out.

He has nothing to say now. He’s concentrating hard on me. The hunger inside me reaches a fever pitch. An orgasm screams through my body, climaxes and comes to an end.

Liam

Liquid heat shoots through my cock as I cum inside Riley. It took everything I had to hold on long enough for her to finish first. It was worth it, though. I made her cum for the first time in her life.

I collapse beside her and stare at the side of her face. Her hair is wild; her cheeks flush. I smile and brush her hair out of her eyes. I’ve never seen her look so at peace. Her eyes are shiny, almost like she’s drugged.

My body feels drained, but I know that in a few minutes I’ll want to fuck her again and it’ll be hard for me to resist the urge. That means we need to get out of here now, before my cock changes my mind for me.

I could lie here with Riley all night, exploring her body and letting her explore mine, but we have to escape before the Madame discovers that the girl with Ivan isn’t Riley.

I zip up my pants and hop off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to get you out of here,” I say.

She looks disappointed.

“Do you have the key to those handcuffs?” I ask.

“Umm…”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”

I open the bedside drawers and find a comically huge black dildo, lube, and a cock ring. No handcuff keys. This is not good.

Riley sits up and watches as I tear the room apart. She looks a bit spacey, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Normally, she’d have some smartass remark for me, but she’s quiet now. The longer I search, the more time passes.

“Fuck it,” I say.

I grab the bedpost and pull it apart. It’s not easy. The wood is screwed together, but it’s weak enough that I’m able to dismantle the bedframe with my bare hands. Riley pulls her hands free of the bedpost and wiggles her fingers. They’re red, like the blood wasn’t circulating.

I take her hands and examine the cuffs. They’re not that tight, but they’re not loose enough to slide her hands free.

“Let’s just go,” she says. “We can worry about the cuffs later.”

I’m inclined to agree. The longer we stay here the greater the chance we’ll be discovered. I help her to her feet. She nearly falls over. A shiver racks her body. I know that look. I’ve seen it on girls before. It’s an aftershock from the orgasm I gave her. My cock stirs to life again.

I try to think about Tony and what will happen if he finds us. It’s the only way I can resist the urge to throw her down on the bed and fuck her raw. I tell myself that I can fuck Riley later, but only if I get her out of here. Still, the temptation is hard to resist.

I help straighten her dress, then I take off my coat, fold it and place it over her outstretched hands. She looks a bit awkward carrying my coat, but it covers her cuffed hands.

“Okay,” she says. “Let’s go.”

Riley

I turn and head for the door. Liam grabs my arm, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He grabs my red wig and straightens it. I’d forgotten I was wearing it. His hands brush against my face. Tiny shivers shoot up and down my spine. I’m tingly all over, like a current of electricity is flowing through the cells of my body.

I can still feel Liam between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together. I’m swollen and wet. I feel dirty in the best possible way.

“There,” he says, “perfect.”

He leans in and kisses me quickly. Liam pulls away fast, like he’s been burned. Does he already regret sleeping with me? No. There’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before: desire. He wants to take me again. I can’t help smiling like an idiot.

“Let’s go. Stay close.”

He doesn’t have to worry about me wandering away in this place. I don’t want to be alone. What if some creep tries to force me to sleep with him? If the Madame finds me I won’t have a choice.

I reach for his hand and pull up short. I’d forgotten about the handcuffs. While Liam was fucking me, they’d cut into my wrists painfully. The skin around my hands was rubbed raw. For some strange reason, I enjoyed the pain at the time, but now it was uncomfortable.

I start to step ahead of Liam, but he pushes me behind him protectively. Once he opens the door, I’m grateful. The club’s bodyguard is standing sentry outside our door. Great. They’re suspicious of us. Liam readjusts his glasses and hat. He tries to move past the man, but he blocks Liam’s path.

“Is there a problem?” the guard asks.

“Yeah, I paid for this girl. She’s mine for the night, and you won’t get the fuck out of my way.”

The guard stares down Liam for what feels like an eternity.

“Are you going to get out of my way, so I can buy the girl a drink?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” the guard responds tensely. The way he says ‘sir’ sounds more like ‘fuck you.’ Liam frowns, but lets it go. He pushes me ahead of him past the guard.

The man is staring at me hard. I meet his gaze and wink. I’m not sure what came over me. Playing the part of the escort was fun as long as I didn’t actually have to sleep with anyone I didn’t want to.

To my surprise, the guard smiled and laughed. The tension instantly eased.

“He pay you for the whole night?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m all his till sunup.”

The guard considers Liam closely like he can’t quite believe Liam could afford me.

“Trust fund baby,” I whisper.

The guard gives me a knowing nod. “The bar’s down the hall to the right. Half price drinks for the ladies all night.”

“Thanks,” Liam says, sounding anything but grateful.

He leads me in the direction of the bar. I glance over my shoulder and notice that the guard has followed us. He’s standing on the edge of the room, staring directly at us.

“He’s not going to let us slip out easily,” I say.

“No, he’s not. What do you want to drink?”

Alcohol was not my friend. I should stick to water, but it would look suspicious.

“I’ll order for you,” Liam offers.

“No. I want a martini.”

I’ve never had a martini before, but it always looks stylish when girls on television drink one.

“You have to use your hands to hold a martini glass,” he says, giving my handcuffed hands a hard look. They’re still hiding beneath Liam’s coat. I’d forgotten all about the cuffs. I can’t hold a glass without revealing my restraints. “How about a Moscow Mule instead? You can drink it through a straw.”

“Okay.”

Liam orders for the both of us and pays with cash. I take a sip of my drink and nearly gag.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“It burns. It tastes like it’s made with turpentine.”

Liam takes a sip of my drink. The taste doesn’t seem to bother him.

“It’s made with cheap vodka and a lot of ginger beer,” he says. “That’s why it tastes so strong.”

“You would think with all the money coming into this place they would serve better liquor.”

“Tony’s cheap. He cuts every corner and pockets every penny.”

“Why do rich people come here if he doesn’t offer the best service?”

“Because he’s got a monopoly on the business. There’s nowhere else for these guys to go to get their rocks off. And a lot of them owe money to Tony. He cozies up to politicians and businessman, acts like he’s their best friend, treats them to free nights at places like this, then blackmails them. Tony’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid. All the richest, most powerful people in the city either owe him a favor, or they’re afraid of him.”

“Even your dad?”

“My, what?”

“Your dad. He’s one of the richest men in the world, and he’s influential in this city- hell, he’s influential everywhere in the world.”

Liam looks down at his drink as if the answer to my question would materialize in the amber liquid.

“No.”

“How can you dismiss the possibility?”

“It’s impossible.”

“You just don’t want to believe anything bad about your father.”

“He called the cops back at the fight. They raided the place and arrested all the bookies. You don’t do something like that if you’re in bed with Tony. He did it to save me.”

“Are you sure about that? Maybe he just wanted to destroy the competition.”

I’ve long suspected that my stepdad’s business was less than legit. He had a lot of shady business partners and his finances were a maze of hidden assets. Then there was the matter of his personality. My stepdad cheated on my mother constantly. He’d been caught sleeping with three different nannies, his secretary, and the daughter of a colleague. He was shameless, greedy and entitled; the exact type of guy I would expect to see in a place like this. So where was he?

I looked around the room. Two girls grind against each other as loud bass music echoed through the room. A blonde girl was fighting with a brunette girl over the custody of a stripper pole in the center of a small stage setup against the far right wall. Several men in business suits sat around laughing as the girls argued.

My stepdad was nowhere to be seen. It was silly to think he’d be here tonight. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the kind of place he’d love. He could do whatever he wanted, however he wanted, as long as he had the money.

Money was no object for him. He only used it to control and manipulate people while serving his own selfish needs.

“Why do you hate him so much?” Liam asks.

I can tell he’s trying to keep the anger out of his voice, but there’s no mistaking the strained inflection; he’s pissed.

“The better question is why do you always defend him? He cheats on my mother constantly; he throws his money around like an asshole-”

“I hate to be the one to tell you, but your mother isn’t exactly a saint. This isn’t the place to get into it, but she’s cool with him sleeping around. They have an open relationship.”

“Gross. They do not. How would you know, anyway?”

“Because he told me and because one time…” Liam takes a deep breath, like he’s about to tell me something he doesn’t want to say. “Once, right after I graduated from high school, I went out drinking with some friends and we ended up in a place like this. I saw my dad there with your mom. They were sitting at a private table together, surrounded by girls. It was pretty clear they were both into it.”

“Oh, my God.”

“I know.”

“What did you do?”

“What do you think? I got out of there as fast as I could. I don’t want to know about my dad’s sex life.”

I sipped my Moscow Mule. The cheap vodka and stinging ginger beer left a bad taste in my mouth, but I found myself taking a second sip of it. The taste was starting to grow on me. I was going to need a lot of alcohol to forget this night.

“I can’t argue with your second point. He is an asshole with his money. He tried to pay me off to skip town tonight,” Liam continues.

“You refused?”

“I couldn’t leave you behind.”

I blush and instantly become embarrassed.

“Besides, you’re already rich. You don’t need his money.”

I meant it as a joke, but it came out crass. I wasn’t trying to offend him; I was trying, and failing, to lighten the mood.

“You think all I care about is money?”

Liam’s not trying to hide the anger in his voice anymore.

“No. I was just making a joke.”

“Do you have to always be so… so…”

Something inside me snaps. Sex had made me lose my grip on my anger. Now that the afterglow was wearing off, I was remembering how angry I was at Liam and how frustrating he can be.

I throw Liam’s coat on the floor and toss what’s left of my drink in his face. It’s a silly, dramatic gesture, but it feels good. The bartender glances our way, as do a couple sitting to our right. No one else seems to notice. Well, almost no one. The guard comes bounding over with heavy lumbering steps.

“Shit,” I say.

Liam follows my gaze. He grabs my cuffed hands and starts to pull me through the club. Instead of heading towards the door, he pulls me into the mass of people. The crowd is packed tight with sweaty, half-naked girls and their male companions.

As Liam drags me along, he bumps into a man who shouts at him. I can’t hear what’s said over the music, but the man looks like he wants to fight. Liam ignores him and keeps walking. The man grabs his female companion territorially as if Liam might steal her.

As we pass, the girl shoots me a dirty look. I don’t know what I did to piss her off and I’d rather not know. I just want out of here.

We move slowly through the crowd. People are packed into the club like sardines. I brush up against a topless girl covered in shimmery body paint. I end up with pink glitter all over my black dress and right arm. If anyone in the club finds it odd that a man is leading a girl wearing handcuffs and covered in glitter through the room, no one shows it. My guess is they’ve seen stranger things in this place.

We reach the front of the room. There’s a small stage illuminated with red spotlights. Two naked girls are putting on a sex show for the men watching. One is wearing a saddle like a horse, while the other girl wields a riding crop. A sharp hiss cuts through the air as the crop cuts into the girl’s backside.

I cringe and look away.

Blindly, I follow Liam. He cuts through the middle of a group of people who look irritated by our presence, then slips around the edge of the stage. A girl wearing a red silk robe exits a door hidden behind a curtain. I pray it’s an exit and not another private room. Liam heads straight for it.

I glance behind us. The bouncer is nowhere in sight. We must have lost him in the crowd. Liam grabs the door before it can shut. He pushes me inside. We’re greeted by the sight of ten naked girls putting on makeup. They all turn to stare. I try not to look like I’m gaping, but it’s hard. How often do you open a door to find a room full of naked prostitutes? I suppressed the urge to laugh. I bury my face against Liam’s back as he leads me to the back of the room.

“Excuse us, ladies,” he says as we exit through the back.

The alley is dark and damp. A rat runs in front of us. I jump aside, not noticing the guard standing to our left.

“No customers out here,” the man says. “Back into the club.”

It takes me a second to realize, he was speaking to me.

“Did you hear me, you stupid whore? Get back to work.”

Liam didn’t bother trying to talk his way out of the situation. His left fist flew through the air, hitting the guard square in the nose. The man stumbled back. Liam wasted no time hitting him again. He fell into the trash and didn’t get back up.

“C’mon.”

Liam grabs my hand and leads me to the end of the alley. Two cabs pass, before he’s able to flag one down. Trembling with adrenaline, or rage, or a combination of the two, Liam pushes me inside and slides in beside me.

“What now?” I ask.

“Now we strike back before Tony has time to figure out what just happened.”

To Be Continued…