Chapter 1 | Enough

I danced, twisting and turning my body, wearing a short red skirt and a black crop top with the words Love written all over them. My fingers were painted alternatively in red and black. My hands and neck were filled with gold and flashy jewellery. I bounced to the beat of the music, dancing, holding my legs up, and circled around the pole.

I placed my hands on the glass around me and bent, shaking my hips side to side, knowing he is watching every move.

He always does.

He had built this small glass stage just for me to dance, so that I can dance peacefully without having to worry of other people groping me or disturbing me.

I pulled my hair, thrusted myself onto the chain, glided down the pole, following the beat of the dance. I could feel the stare of almost everyone in the club on me and I knew that.

But, I am his.

I know I have been dancing for long but I didn't feel my energy drain out of my body. In fact, I felt more energized than ever.

Deciding to take a break, as I felt my neck parched, I got down from the stage and walked through the crowd, and they parted away knowing not to mess with me. Everyone knows that I am some royalty because I was dancing on the stage. A stage with the words Property Of Joker smacked on them.

And, everyone knows to never touch his property.

I'm a fûcking queen.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my arms, pulling me back and I twisted around to see a man. He seemed like he was still in college. I could see Frost and the rest of the men, walking towards me but with one look, I stopped them and they backed away.

"I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away." He muttered, his brown eyes staring down at me, his brown hair falling infront of his eyes.

"I don't. But I know karate and I could rip your lungs out." I said.

He smiled. "Why don't we get drunk and make some bad decisions?"

"You look like you already are, and you just did." I said, before turning my head to see Puddin' standing up from his white leather sofa, he held a pistol on his hand, directed towards the man, ready to pull the trigger. His face was frowning, his shoulders breathing rapidly with anger.

"Move." He mouthed towards the guy and I could feel the fear in him immediately. He held his hands up, backing away from me as he started walking backwards. His eyes flickered between me and my psychopathic man.

I gave him a wide grin.

"Toodles!" I waved at the stranger before walking away, to grab a drink.

"Mr. J is asking for you." I heard the familiar voice of Frost from behind me and smiled.

"Ok." I said, placing my drink down on the table before walking towards the booth. I opened the beaded gold curtains and hopped in, heading straight for his lap, and sat down on it, wrapping my hands around his neck.

He still didn't smile. I could feel the anger and jealousy vibrating off of him and I was feeling too happy. "Jealous?"

"Me? Jealous?" He growled before he gave me a wide grin and started laughing, an evil laughter, so evil, I could hear the anger in them.

This is the laughter that sends evil chills down my spine. My heart started beating erratically.

He abruptly stopped laughing before looking me straight in the eye.

"Yes. I am." He breathed out.

My heart skipped a beat.

"I am only yours." I said, wrapping my hand around his neck, smiling widely.

"I am angry ...with you." He breathed out, growling.

I knew the exact reason why. I didn't let Frost and the other men pull the stranger away from me. But, instead I decided to handle it on my own.

I pouted.

"Ok." I said meekly, before slumping my shoulders and got off his lap, sitting on the sofa, a few distance away from him.

Silence filled the air, and I started playing with my fingers, twirling them around, and started admiring my nailwork, feeling proud of myself.

Suddenly, I heard a loud growl from beside me and I was pulled from my spot by very familiar strong muscular arms, and was placed on his lap again.

"I am still angry with you." He said lowly before wrapping his hands around my waist tightly, as he pulled me more towards him, his hands carressing my thighs.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"My queen..." He dragged, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Just like chess." I said playfully, my nose brushing against his, my hand twirling around his hair. "The queen always protects the king."

He gave me wide grin, his frown going away. He started drawing circles on my hips, they were bare so I could feel that place burning under his magical touch.

"I can't get enough of you." He growled lowly. "I want to pin you to the wall once we get home."

"Someone's horny." I teased. "May I add, all the time."

"Its not that I am horny all the time, you are just so damn sexy baby." He purred, hips brushing my earlobe, biting it with his metal teeth, driving me insane.

"Ya?" I asked, smiling goofily. His icy blue eyes were intense with desire and I felt dragons breathing fire in my stomach. He looked like he needed me so much. "What are you thinking about Puddin'?"

"Things ...I should do to you."

I shivered. "What?"

"To kiss you to shut you up, to spank you for making me hot and horny, to finger you until you are soaked..." He growled and pulled me even closer to him. My left ear right in front of his mouth, his hot breath falling on it, sending tingles all over my body. "To lick you until you shudder. To fuck you until you scream."

My breath hitched.

"I swear to you I won't stop until your legs start shaking and everyone in this city knows my name."

Oh.

My.

God.

I bit my lip, trying to stop my wide grin and I knew my cheeks were getting redder and redder by the second. Wheels turned in my head. I didn't have any idea on what to do or say. And, him carressing my thighs and my back was really not helping me think straight in this moment.

I desperately need an instruction manual.

A wide grin spread on my face and I turned towards him. I have made up my mind.

I am going to tease him.

"Fine." I said innocently, batting my eyelashes and leaned towards him. "Kiss my neck." I said and bit the air infront of his nose to which he gave a little smile. "Bite me. Pull my hair. Trace my spine. Hold me down..." I traced my finger on his bottom lip, feeling them tremble under my touch. "Use your tongue. Make me scream. Don't stop till I'm shaking."

He growled, before giving me a wide grin.

"Sheet ripping... Sweat dripping. Loud ...very loud screaming... Got you begging. Legs trembling. Hair pulling...Butt smacking." He growled and I felt myself hotter and hotter by the second as he squeezed my thighs, pulling me even closer than possible.

He found out what I am doing. He knows I am teasing him and he is doing it back to me.

"Passionate kissing. Pulling closer. Neck kissing. Grabbing. Biting. Squeezing. Heavy breathing. Grinding. Feeling each other." I said, licking my lips and traced my finger down his chest, placing them right above his heart which beated fast. I could feel the immediate throb after throb, making me feel proud inside. He was breathing heavily, his icy eyes had swirls of desire and pure lust burning like fire in them.

His lips curved upward into a wide smile. "You are a dirty little angel."

I laughed. "I just have a sexy imagination Puddin'."

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I just can't.

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