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BOOK: Harmony (The Club Girl Diaries Book 1)
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His words sent tingles through my body and I could only sit and watch as he stalked toward me.

“I needed to know you were only mine before I took you.” He moved himself between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. “If I’d treated you like a club girl before that happened, that’s all you would have seen me as, another man using your body.” He brushed my hair back gently, exposing my shoulders and letting his eyes roam over me. “I don’t just want your body. I want every damn piece of you.”

I sat still, unsure of how to take his words. This man had effectively taken possession of me. The men in the club couldn’t touch me, no man could touch me. My mind was screaming at me to run. It knew that this could possibly lead to disaster. I’d never risked my heart before, I’d never had to. But my body wouldn’t move, it enjoyed the way he was touching me, the way his eyes seemed as though they were memorizing every single part of me. My body wanted him, even if my heart and my mind were still unsure. There was a pull to him that could not be denied.

“Stand up.”

I followed his order automatically, my obedience causing a small smile to play at the corner of his perfect lips. He gripped the bottom of my singlet top, pulling it swiftly over the top of my head and tossing it over his shoulder. My shorts went next, his large hands having no problems with the small button and zip. I shimmied them over my hips and let them drop to the floor along with my panties.

I wasn’t embarrassed about my body. I had a few curves, but they were in all the right places and I felt like it made me more feminine as opposed to some of the stick-like figures of the other girls in the club. My skin was a gorgeous golden brown. Summer was now on its way out, but the color of my skin would hopefully last a little longer. I loved to tan.

My bra was quickly disposed of and Kit took a step back as I stood open and bare to his eyes.

“Fuck. Better than I imagined.”

I couldn’t help but smile, excited that I was obviously affecting him just as much as he was me, and he still had all his clothes on. I pulled on my lip with my teeth. I wanted to touch him, to feel his body against mine, but I simply stood and let him explore my body with his eyes. He ran his hand over the small amount of scruff that was his beard.

“Thought I could do soft and shit, babe. But now I’m seeing you, I just want to ram my cock into you so hard you’ll feel it next Tuesday.”

I smirked and moved back onto the bed, scooting backward and keeping my legs a little open to just give him a peek of what it was I knew he wanted. I didn’t want soft. Not with Kit. I wanted him to fuck me like he meant it. I wanted him to show me why he owned me and make me submit to him. I wanted to be with a
man
. I didn’t need pussy feelings and light caresses. “Soft is overrated.”

With a loud groan, Kit’s club cut and T-shirt were tossed onto the end of the bed and his jeans unbuckled and falling to the floor, his briefs following closely behind. His cock was incredible. Long and thick and the tip glistening. He had a small amount of black hair sitting at the base and a few thick veins ran from there and up the sides.

I squealed with laughter as he gripped my ankles and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He placed his cock between the lips of my pussy and bent over me, holding himself above me with his strong arms. I wrapped my legs tightly around his slim waist and he shifted his hips causing his cock to slide through my slickness and rub against my throbbing clit. I tried to control my breathing, not wanting him to know how much one simple movement was affecting my body. But hiding it was useless when he could feel my arousal coating his cock as he slid it back and forth.

“Already so wet,” he said softly before repeating the words he’d said to me the night before. “You giving yourself to me?”

I heard him, but I was so lost in the building feeling he was creating in my body. He thrust hard, the head of his cock connecting with my clit and causing me to scream out my answer, “Yes!”

He dipped his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and pulling on it with his teeth as he continued to torment me with untimed thrusts. My legs tightened around him, needing to feel his cock inside me, stretching me.

I tried to lift my hips, hoping that when he pulled back his long length would slide into my pussy. He stood quickly, unwrapping my legs and pushing my knees against my body, pinning me to the bed.

“First thing you need to know. In this room. Out of this room. Any-fucking-where. I am in control unless I tell you otherwise. Don’t be trying to suck my dick into that pretty little pussy before I’m damn ready.”

“Yes, sir.” I breathed lightly. His grip on my thighs tightened and I knew there was going to be a bruise there tomorrow if there wasn’t already.

Kit smirked down at me. “That’s what I like to hear. Now hold your legs there while I have a taste.”

I gripped behind my knees, holding them exactly in the same position, bared to him. His tongue dipped into my pussy and I moaned loudly, my grip slipping slightly. There was a loud slap and I jumped, feeling a sting on one of my ass cheeks.

“I said hold them,” he growled and I tightened my grip again, spreading my legs further open. My head fell back and my eyes slipped closed as he swept the tip of his tongue through my folds in the same path he’d followed with his cock only moments before. My legs shook with the effort to hold them in position, but I struggled through. Not willing to risk him stopping for anything as he brought me closer and closer to what I needed with his talented mouth. My breathing became more erratic, matching every lick, suck, and nip. Wet lips worked their way up my thigh.

“You ready for me? You want me to take this delicious cunt?”

“Please,” I whispered, my throat dry.

He pushed me further onto the bed and kneeled up on it. The tip of him pressed against my welcoming pussy. I stretched to accommodate him, but it felt so damn good. He braced himself above me as he slipped further and further inside at an achingly slow pace.

With no warning, Kit slammed himself into me. The sharp pain mixing with the intense pleasure caused my back to arch and my eyes to roll back in my head. I needed more and I told him so. I gripped his neck with one hand and threaded my fingers through his hair with the other. “Please, Kit.”

A thin shimmer of sweat began to form on his brow as he granted my wish and powered away inside of me. He didn’t hold back or go easy. He threw all his power behind his thrusts, hitting my cervix with nearly every blow. His eyes stayed connected with mine the whole time, our bodies connected in more ways than one. I tried to look away, but every time I did he would growl deeply at me, “Eyes, Harmony!”

He owned me with every powerful jolt of his hips. Commanding my body in ways I never thought possible. He dipped his head and bit hard on my neck. The pain and show of ownership sent my body over the edge. My body shuddered uncontrollably. My toes curled and I dug my fingertips into his thick biceps.

“Oh…Yes…Oh my God…”

“That’s it…” he breathed heavily. I knew he was having a hard time keeping himself from following me over the edge. “Give me everything. Give it all to me.”

He was relentless.

He sat back on his haunches, but his hips never stopped moving, still working his cock in and out of my pulsating pussy. He wiped beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, his eyes once again watching me as I continued to come apart. As my body started coming down from the most epic high, he pulled back stepping from the bed.

His huge cock glistened with my arousal. “Come here. I want to see my cum all over your beautiful chest.”

Legs still shaking, I moved to the edge of the bed, sinking off the side and onto my knees in front of him. I watched in delight as he used his hand to stroke himself, my cum making his cock slick and easy to run his hand up and down.

Our eyes locked on each other. His stare was intense and powerful. I knew this position was giving him a sense of control, having me on my knees at his feet, waiting for him to coat me in his release. My body still tingled with the aftermath of my own, and my orgasmic state made me want to do anything to please the man standing in front of me.

His lips tightened and I felt a hot spurt of liquid splash against my breasts and chest and instantly begin to slide down my body. I shivered, finally daring to take my eyes off Kit and watching his white cum coat my body. Kit’s large hand reached down and smeared the liquid across my breast, swirling around my peaked nipple and pulling another moan from my mouth.

“Fucking mine.” That was all he said before he lifted me by the elbow and directed me toward the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he then moved back toward me as I leaned against the basin. He took my face in his hand, positioning it where he wanted it, looking straight up at him.

“I know you have some stupid fear about getting too close,” he said. “For now, I’ll pretend I understand. But I promise you, it’s not a damned death sentence. Being mine means I will treat you with respect. It means I will protect you. And it means that I will take care of you.”

“Until you leave in a few days,” I shot, moving around him to climb in the shower.

He gripped my arm, halting me. “I told you, we would cross that bridge when we come to it.”

With my sex high coming down, reality started to kick it. Kit would be leaving in a few days and this would all be over. I’d be back to sleeping with the men and going to school. His ridiculous vows and proclamations of ownership would be a distant memory.

And just like every other man, he
would
walk away.

For the first time since I was a little girl, the thought of a man walking away after making promise after promise, made me feel sick to my stomach.

 

“Why in God’s name did we choose to be involved with a bunch of stupid alpha males?” Chelsea groaned as we walked through the college campus toward the carpark. “Last night, Optimus found me with Blizzard. He yelled at me, and Blizzard just lay there with a stupid smirk on his face. And they say woman are complicated.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as she went on and on about how Optimus drove her crazy.

“How’s things going with mister overbearing?” she asked, trying to deflect the attention from her.

I sighed. “I have no idea. He just won’t give up.”

“Isn’t it kinda nice to have a man that wants you? He doesn’t want anyone else to have you, and he’s proud to stand up and say you’re his.”

I didn’t miss the small glimmer of pain in her voice. Chelsea wasn’t as dedicated to the club life as I was. She loved the guys and she loved the sex and the parties. But essentially she wanted her fairy-tale. She thought a knight in shining armor riding a white steed would come and sweep her off her feet. They’d live happily ever after and all that bullshit.

I just don’t think she realized that her knight might actually come in the form of a sexy tattooed biker president riding a motorcycle. If only he would pull his head out of his ass and see what was right in front of him. That was far more appealing to me anyway. I didn’t really like horses.

Caleb trailed along behind us like a good little babysitter. We’d given him hell the day before, making him follow as we got pedicures and manicures, our hair done, shopped for a few new outfits and then got ice cream. By the time we got back to the clubhouse he was less than impressed and had stomped off to do his duties.

We weaved our way through the cars in the carpark, trying to remember where we had parked this morning. It had been a long day, but luckily we were now on break for two weeks.

God, I needed it.

I heard Caleb’s phone ring and he yelled at us to hold up while he took the call.

“What…I can’t hear you…The reception is really shitty, bro,” he said as he moved around, trying to find a better place to talk.

I heard the squeal of car tires and an engine revving before I saw them. They drowned out Caleb’s constant, “Can you hear me now?”

“Harmony,” Chelsea yelled as she grabbed me and pulled me backward, throwing me into the side of a parked car. The air was forced out of my lungs with the impact and I slid to the ground, holding my chest. A large dark van came to a screeching halt in front of us and the side door was thrown open. A man in a black suit threw himself from the van, leaping toward us. I remember thinking his suit looked expensive. His white shirt was bright against the black suit jacket and pants, and he had a bright blue tie which did not work with the look at all.

I could only stare as he advanced toward me. My body tried to move away from him, but I was struggling to breathe and the asphalt was tearing at my bare legs. Chelsea pulled at my arm and dragged me to my feet as another man in a suit jumped from the van.

“Caleb!” Chelsea screamed as I swung my backpack at the closest guy. It did nothing but piss him off and his stern face became furious. He snarled, grabbing a hold of my small fist as I swung it at him. Chelsea tried to help, but he was too strong and by the time he managed to wrap his arms around my middle and pulled me away from Chelsea, I knew it was too late.

I kicked and screamed, even noticing a few people watching in horror as I fought off my attacker.

A shot fired into the air, quickly followed by a second. Then everything was suddenly silent and still. There was no screaming, no yelling. Nothing but the sound of a bullet zipping through the air. I felt an intense burn in my shoulder and I cried out in pain. I was released and I was sure I’d even floated in the air for a few moments before landing with a painful thud on the hard, coarse ground.

I heard the engine of the van rev once again and the smell of burning rubber filled my aching lungs, causing me to cough uncontrollably in between groans of pain.

“Harmony…Oh shit…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you.” Caleb threw himself to the ground beside me and gripped my shoulder tightly. I screeched. The pain was immense. Almost like he’d stabbed a knife into me and began twisting it. I tried to swat him away. “Harmony, stop! I need to stop the bleeding.” My mind was whirling and in the moment I took to look at where he had his hands, I knew it was the wrong thing to do. Blood seeped through his fingers. “Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled.

Chelsea was frantic, pacing next to me. “We need to go, Caleb! Someone’s probably called the police.”

Caleb quickly lifted and cradled me against his chest. At that point, things started to blur a little. I knew I was hurting. I could feel pain in more places than one, but it was like the energy was draining from my body and I was beginning to go numb.

I briefly heard Caleb order Chelsea to drive me to the clubhouse before the door slammed, the sound resounding in my head.

“Stay with me, Harmz. Please,” she begged.

“He shot me,” I croaked in utter shock. “Bastard…shot me.”

“I know, babe. Caleb’s an asshole. And a fucking horrible shot,” she replied, panic still clouding her voice. “Swear, curse, damn him to hell. Do anything. Just don’t die!”

She asked me every twenty seconds if I was still there. But by the time we were nearly back at the clubhouse I was ready to scream at her and tell her to shut up. The numbness was gone and with every bump in the road a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. I could now feel blood in my mouth from where I had bitten my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain. The car skidded to a sharp stop. It threw me off the backseat and onto the floor. The little bump that runs through the center of the car hit me in the back and the profanity that came from my mouth was very unladylike.

My mother would be appalled. Shot or not, ladies didn’t swear.

There was a bustle of activity, yelling and doors slamming. I was laid on a couch in the main room, my eyes finally focusing on where I was. I could feel tears slipping down my cheeks. Everything hurt. It was so bad. I tried to wiggle and move to get comfortable, but every time I did I felt another sharp stab.

“It hurts!” I cried.

I felt a hand wrap around mine and I knew it was Chelsea. I found her eyes. They matched mine, tears streaming uncontrollably. “I know, babe. Caleb’s gone to get Kit and Optimus from the gym. You’re gonna be okay.”

My body relaxed slightly at the sound of Kit’s name. I needed him to make the pain go away. He promised. He promised me protection.

“Harmony!” I heard his voice and that was all I needed. My body relaxed and I finally let myself give in to the darkness that had been flickering on and off.

He was here.

He would protect me.

He promised.

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