He kept his hand on my breast while his other one gripped my hip and pulled me hard against his body.

Against his erection.

He ground his dick against me as his gaze dropped to my neck. “Those are some tattoos you’re rocking. Who’s your guy?”

No way was I giving him my girl’s name.

“Dane Shepherd,” I lied.

His brows pulled together. “Haven’t heard of him.”

I reached my hand around his neck. “Are we gonna fuck or are we gonna stand here and talk shit all night?”

Heat flashed in his eyes and his fingers dug into my waist. “You’ve got a fucking mouth on you, bitch. How about you get on your knees and show me what it’s capable of.”

No way was my mouth going anywhere his nasty dick. “I’ve got a better idea. How about I give you a show you’ll never forget? And then I’ll suck your dick.”

“I don’t need a show. I just need you to blow me and then get your tits out before I fuck you.”

I tilted my head and hit him with a sexy smile. “Everyone needs a Billy-Jones-worthy show.”

He whistled low and his expression quickly turned from disinterested to intrigued. “You’re one of Billy’s girls?”

I nodded. “I do things for Billy that none of his other girls do.” Not a lie. Just a little creative storytelling.

He took a step back, dropping his eyes to my body. “Okay, but you better make this worth my while. I’ve got shit to do after I get my dick wet.”

It was time to give the performance of my life.

It was time to dance with the devil himself.

I placed my palm against his chest and nudged him backwards. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

His brow raised at my order, but he did as I said. Once he settled there, I raised my arms over my head and linked my fingers before slowly gyrating my hips. I’d worn a tight black strapless dress that hit me midthigh with the express purpose of distracting him. It appeared to be working. His eyes were all over me; he didn’t seem to know where to look first.

“Fuck, I need to see those tits,” he muttered as he unzipped his pants to free his cock. Pumping himself, he groaned. “Show me.”

I shook my head and continued working my hips while I rotated on the spot so he could catch a glimpse of my ass as well. “All in good time. We don’t give up the goods that fast. If you know Billy’s, you know that.”

“Bitch, I give no fucks what you usually do, I want those tits out and in my fucking mouth right now.”

I stared at him, weighing up my options. I knew he was a man without a conscience, who would kill you just as soon as he’d show you an ounce of compassion, so I had to tread carefully. But I’d watched him for long enough to also know he had a thing for blondes and tits. I just had to play my cards right.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

That was clearly not something he’d expected. The flash of confusion in his eyes passed quickly though. “What the fuck?”

I cupped my breasts. “I have a thing for chests, so these bad boys come out when your shirt comes off.”

His shirt hit the floor a moment later and he stared at me expectantly.

My gaze fixed on the tattoo on his chest. The proof I needed to know he was the man I believed him to be.

“Tits. Out,” he roared, startling me.

I shrunk a little at his angry tone, but recovered fast. Pulling my dress down, I exposed my naked breasts.

He sucked in a breath. “Fucking perfect.”

I ran my hands over my breasts as I continued to dance for him. Every second sickened me. When I finished with him, I would spend hours washing his grime off me.

The end justifies the means, Tatum.

It did.

Every single minute of every single day of the last nine months had been spent working towards that end. I wouldn’t back the fuck down after all that. And I certainly wouldn’t lose my chance to settle the score.

He slapped my hands out of the way and yanked me to him. His movements caught me off guard, and before I knew it, he had his hands on my ass and his mouth all over my breasts.

Fuck.

I froze.

Our eyes locked and he must have seen something there that made him question this. Gripping my hair, he pulled my head back. “I wanna know who the fuck you are. But first, I want my dick in that ass of yours.”

Ice slid through my veins at the cold emptiness laced through his words. My mind raced with possible scenarios of how I would get myself out of the shit I was in. Before I managed to settle on a plan, he stood, picked me up and threw me on the bed face first.

I scrambled to flip myself onto my back, but he was faster than I gave him credit for. His strong arm scooped me around the waist while he reached under my dress to rip my panties off.

The sound of them tearing filled my ears, right before the sound of his groan. “Fuck, this ass is something else.” He rubbed my ass cheeks before slipping his hand between my legs to reach for my pussy. “I’m fucking you everywhere tonight so get ready, because this isn’t gonna be pretty for you. You’re dry as a fucking desert.”

I squeezed my eyes shut while he shoved his finger in my pussy. My body shook with dread, but no fucking way was I going down without a fight. I’d anticipated this could get messy, and I’d come prepared.

Waiting for that moment where his attention would be on himself for at least a split second, I focused on getting my breathing under control.

You can do this.

You can’t let him get away with the shit he’s done.

He finished fingering me, and his hold around my waist loosened. I knew that was my moment, so as fast as I could, I thrust my body forward, away from him. As soon as I was out of his hold, I flipped over and reached for the knife I’d secured around my ankle in my boots. Gripping it hard, I lunged at him, aiming the knife at his chest.

I almost succeeded.

Again, he was too fast, his reflexes finely honed for battle. He grasped my wrist and twisted my arm. “Fucking bitch,” he snarled as he forced the knife from my hand. “You’ll pay for this.”

My heart crashed into my chest. “I’ve already paid for it, asshole. There’s nothing more you can do to me that will make it any worse.”

His fist smashed into my cheek, delivering pain that slowed me down. I ended up almost falling off the bed. My head and upper body dangled off the side while the rest of my body lay sprawled sideways across the mattress. I tried like hell to force myself onto the floor; however, he had other ideas.