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  The website had some preprogrammed options and I pushed the one for the small vibrator. Every last one of her damn shows cost me several hundred dollars when it was all said and done, and some had even cost closer to a grand, but I didn’t fucking care. She was worth it. The toy buzzed to life and she rubbed it around her clit before thrusting it into her pussy.

  My hand worked my cock faster, harder. As she slowly sank onto the dildo, taking it into her ass, I came, sticky white cum covering my hand and shirt. And my damn dick was still rock hard. I always came multiple times when I watched her, even though I was getting too damn old to be acting like a randy teenager. Hell, I was pushing forty. Most men I knew who were my age, or a little older, needed at least a few hours to go again. Maybe she just inspired me.

  I watched as she fucked her ass with the dildo and worked her pussy with the vibrator. When she came, her release coated her thighs and her body trembled. If I’d been able to see her nipples, I knew they’d be hard little pebbles. Perfect for sucking and biting. I upped my bids so she’d keep going. I made her come three more times before her show ended, and I’d come again as well.

  I quickly cleaned myself up and shut down my computer before exiting my office. The rooms where the girls held their shows had a small bathroom where they could shower and change after. I didn’t lurk in the hall like a creeper, but I did stick to the end of the bar nearest the rooms while I nursed a beer. When Delilah came out, her cheeks rosy and a smile on her lips, I wanted to wrap her in my arms and kiss the hell out of her.

  “Have a good show?” I asked with a wink.

  Her smile broadened. “Always. I wasn’t too loud, was I?”

  “If you get a salute from every guy in here, then it just means you’re doing your job right. We don’t have to watch. Just listening to you is enough to make men want to fuck you.”

  Her cheeks went crimson and she ducked her head, but not before I saw a pleased little grin on her lips. She was a contradiction. Bold and sassy enough to do a live webcam show of her getting herself off for money, but in person she seemed almost shy at times. It was cute as fuck, just like her. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, unable to help myself.

  “I like it,” I said. When she’d first arrived, her hair had been a medium brown, not too far off from the color of my hair. Since I’d last seen her, she’d dyed it black with purple streaks. It made her look as pale as Snow White, and her vivid blue eyes stood out even more.

  She came a little closer, her fingers tightening on the strap of her bag giving an indication she might be nervous. “Thank you. Not just for the compliment, but for giving us a safe place to work. I know the club takes a cut, but it’s better than trying to do this at the apartment. I’d be scared someone would find me.”

  “Not going to let anything hurt you, angel.” I stroked my finger down her nose, then leaned back a little so I wouldn’t be tempted to do far more. Shit. She had to be half my age. The fact she never tried to get a drink, other than asking for a bottle of water or a soda, made me wonder if she was even twenty-one. I knew she was legal or she wouldn’t be able to do the webcam show at all.

  Missy had come to us with the idea a year ago and she’d hashed out the details with the club officers. We got twenty percent from each girl to not only offer protection, but Missy also paid Wizard to set up the site and the programming required for it to work. The woman had started her own company and she’d been smart about it. For a fee, Wizard tracked all the people using the site and made sure it remained operational. How she handled payment to the girls working for her was her business and hers alone.

  I always felt bad taking any money from Delilah. Hell, I was the only one paying her. When she paid her twenty percent each week, it was like she’d paid me to watch her get off. Shit. And now I was getting hard again.

  “I also wanted to thank you for not… not making me feel like…” She bit her lip and looked away.

  “Like a whore?” I asked.

  She gave a jerky nod and glanced at me. “I know what I’m doing isn’t exactly conventional. Some guys might consider it prostitution and think they had a right to take what they wanted. I feel safe here. No one ever says anything bad to me. The few who do make remarks are always teasing.”

  “You know Missy comes here even when she’s not doing her show, right?” I asked. I wasn’t so sure my brothers were only teasing. Delilah was hot as hell and I knew every damn one of the men in my club would gladly have her on her back, bent over a table, or on her knees. Then I’d have to bust their damn heads. I’d already started to think of her as mine, even though we seldom interacted with one another. They knew how I felt about her, but it didn’t mean they didn’t want her just the same.

  “Yeah, she said she likes to party with the club. She’s tried to get me to come with her.”

  I straightened, towering over her. “Don’t come to the parties at the clubhouse. You hear me, Delilah?”

  Her eyes went wide, and she paled a little before anger tightened her features. “I’m not a child, Titan. If I want to attend a party, I will. It’s why I left home, so I could have a life. I didn’t trade one dad for another.”

  Ouch. “Dad? You think I’m your second daddy?”

  She visibly swallowed and tried to take a step back, but I reached out and grabbed hold of her arm, yanking her toward me. I leaned down, and my gaze locked with hers.

  “Then maybe I ought to turn you over my knee and spank you.”

  She gasped and swayed toward me. And in that moment, I knew it was a lost cause. There was no fucking way I’d ever be able to walk away from her. I kissed her. Hard. My tongue thrust between her lips as I took what I wanted, bent her to my will, and had her whimpering for more. Her hands fisted my cut as she clung to me. I wound her long hair around my hand, anchoring her.

  I’d always been a demanding man in the bedroom, and it wasn’t something I’d change anytime soon. I liked being in control. The way she melted against me told me enough. She might have some spunk, but deep down, she was a submissive little thing. She’d take my orders and love every second of it.

  I nipped her jaw, then put my lips by her ear. “You want to come to a party? Want to know what will happen?”

  Her breath came out fast and hard, as if she’d just run a marathon.

  “You’d be stripped, put on display in front of the entire club. Girls who come to party aren’t allowed to tell a brother no. They tell you to drop to your knees and suck their dicks, you’d better damn well do it. They want to ride your ass in front of everyone, you’d have to let them.” I tightened my hold on her hair, making her give a little cry of distress. “My sweet little Delilah, you’d be entering the wolf’s den, and you wouldn’t be the same when you left. Your little show is hot as fuck, but it’s safe. You come here to party, any night, and I’ll know. You’ll leave me no choice but to punish you.”

  I backed off and released her. She stumbled, grabbing onto the bar for support. Her eyes were dark with need, her lips parted, and fuck if I didn’t want to toss her over my shoulder and find the nearest bed.

  “You don’t come here to party unless you’re willing to pay the price. Understood?” I asked.

  She nodded, hitched her bag higher on her shoulder, and took off like hellhounds were chasing her. I sat back on the stool and finished my beer before getting another. It hadn’t been her fault. She’d not known I’d do anything to be the one fucking her instead of the plastic toys she owned. Although, I’d tipped my hand with the comment about her show. Fucking hell.

  I ran a hand down my face. It had taken everything in me to not chase after her -- and keep her. I knew from what Missy had shared they came from the same town as the Dixie Reapers. When I’d first found out where Missy had grown up, I’d worried she was related to a Reaper. She’d assured me that wasn’t the case. The moment I’d seen Delilah, I’d hoped like fuck she didn’t belong to one either. It would have complicated things, but Missy said Delilah had
no ties to the club. Although, she’d hinted at the parties she’d attended there, so I’d invited her to stop by any night. She’d come through the clubhouse doors a night later and nearly every night since.

  The thought of Delilah coming to party had me grinding my teeth. If I saw her walk through those doors, she’d be over my shoulder and out of here before she had time to protest. Then I’d spank her ass, tie her down, and show her she didn’t need anyone’s dick but mine. I didn’t know how she’d gotten under my skin so fast, but the moment I’d seen her it was like I’d been hit by lightning. If anyone had ever told me love at first sight existed, I’d have laughed and called them an idiot. Until her.

  I didn’t know that I was necessarily in love with the woman, but I was definitely in lust. And a bit obsessed. I found myself eagerly anticipating the days she’d be here filming her webcam show. Yeah, I always got off while I watched her, but it was more than that. The short interactions we had before or after were just as important to me. I liked hearing what she had to say, being close enough to smell her sweet scent.

  “You ever going to make a move?” my VP, Boomer, asked.

  “Thought I just did.”

  He snorted. “No, but you did give her something to think about. Not sure why you let her leave. You’ve been wanting that one in your bed for months. Why not just get her out of your system?”

  I didn’t think it would be so simple. No, now that I’d had even the slightest taste, I found I wanted her even more. I didn’t think fucking her would make me lose interest. If anything, I’d probably want to keep her. Since she showed up, I’d let the club whores suck me off a few times that first week, but every damn time I’d closed my eyes and pictured Delilah on her knees. I always felt like shit afterward and hadn’t been tempted to let them anywhere near me in over a month.

  My brothers had noticed, but only Boomer had the balls to say anything. He’d known right off I’d let Delilah get under my skin, and he took great pleasure in giving me shit about it. For one, she was young enough to be my daughter. It’s part of why I hadn’t made a move. Until now. I could only imagine what Phoebe would think of me dating someone her age or younger. I’d only just discovered I even had a daughter. Last thing I wanted to do was run her off.

  I saw Kraken across the room. He adored my daughter and was a great dad to their kids. Hell, I still wasn’t used to being called Grandpa, but I had to admit my granddaughter had me wrapped around her finger. Much like my daughter. The fact some bitch had gotten knocked up way back when, then dropped my kid with a sadistic preacher pissed me the fuck off. If the woman wasn’t already dead and buried, I’d have put her in a grave myself. I’d tried tracking her down, only to find out she’d died a few years after abandoning our daughter.

  I made my way over to Kraken and claimed the seat next to him, setting my beer on the table. He and my daughter had been together a little over year now, and Phoebe had blossomed during her time here. When I thought of all she’d suffered, I wanted to kill everyone responsible. Kraken had beaten me to it.

  “The kids asked when you’re going to come see them,” Kraken said.

  I arched an eyebrow. “Really? Ember I can believe, but you’re telling me six-month-old Banner asked about me?”

  It still hurt to think about the baby they’d lost. Banner had been a twin, but the cord had been wrapped around his brother’s neck and the baby had been stillborn. It had devastated Phoebe and Kraken, but I knew they were trying to move forward best they could and stay upbeat for the kids.

  Kraken grinned. “Yep.”

  I snorted and flipped him off. The kid was smart, but not that damn smart. Ember on the other hand was a borderline genius from what I could tell, and I wasn’t just bragging. The kid scared me sometimes with how intelligent she was for only being two.

  “Let me ask you something.” I picked at the label on my beer bottle. “You think Phoebe would be upset if I started seeing someone?”

  “Would it be a certain little sex goddess you just kissed and let run away?” he asked.

  “Maybe.” I rotated the bottle, twisting it around and around. “She’s probably about Phoebe’s age. I don’t want to weird out my daughter, but there’s something about Delilah. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  “You really think my woman would ever begrudge you happiness? Shit, Titan. We’re damn near the same age and she doesn’t have a problem with me being older than her. You really think she’ll care if you date a younger woman?”

  When he put it that way…

  “Guess I’ll wait and see what happens. She mentioned possibly coming to a party here. I let her know she’d be punished if she did. No fucking way I’m letting her partake in the shit that goes down in the clubhouse at night. Anyone so much as touches her and I’ll gut the fucker. Brother or not.”

  Kraken nodded. “I think we all got that memo. Everyone knows you pay to watch her webcam thing and won’t let it stream live. They also know she isn’t aware of that little fact.”

  Part of me wanted her to give the club a wide berth when she wasn’t filming. The other part… Well, the bastard inside me wanted her to come here, give me a reason to spank her ass, and do so much more. There’s probably a seat waiting for me on the right-hand side of Lucifer when I arrive in hell, but for now, I’d take my pleasure where I can… and little Delilah had me tied up in knots. If I got off just watching her, multiple times, then what would it be like to fuck her?

  Kraken cleared his throat. “Look, Pres. No one here is going to touch your girl. But out there is another matter. She doesn’t live at the compound. Plenty of places for her to find a guy. A woman who gets herself off to make money, and doesn’t care who’s watching, probably isn’t sitting home on a Friday night. Just saying… maybe it’s time to let her know you want her.”

  I thought I’d already done that. Only time would tell. We had a party later tonight, and I knew Missy would be here. I’d watch and see if Delilah showed up with her. If she did, then I’d let her know the only damn bed she would be in was mine.

  Chapter Two

  Delilah

  Shock. Anger. Confusion. Need. I’d felt them all since Titan had kissed me. I didn’t know why he’d done it. I wasn’t anything special. Compared to Missy, I was rather plain. I knew several of the women who frequented the Hades Abyss MC parties, and each was stunning in their own way. They stood out. Other than my new hair color, there wasn’t a single remarkable thing about me.

  So why had he done it? To put me in my place? To scare me? Or was it something more? Maybe a promise… There was only one way I’d ever find out. He’d said I’d be punished if I came to a party. The mere thought of the President of Hades Abyss being the one to dole out that punishment had my nipples tightening and my panties getting damp. From what Missy had said, he hadn’t touched a woman in over a month. No one knew why, but surely he wasn’t seeing anyone on a regular basis if he’d kissed me earlier.

  I smoothed my hand over my messy hair. I should have straightened it, but I’d been too nervous about tonight. Instead, it hung in a riot of curls, waves, and no little amount of frizz, making me look like a wild woman. Or an escaped lunatic. I felt a little crazy at the moment.

  Since leaving home, I’d become a different person. It wasn’t just my hair that I’d changed. I had a new wardrobe, thanks to the money I’d been making at my job. I’d also become bolder, or so I’d thought. The moment Titan had towered over me, leaned into my space, I’d reverted back to the insecure girl who’d never been kissed. If I hadn’t taken my own virginity with a sex toy, I’d still be a virgin.

  “Missy, are you sure about this?” I asked.

  “Honey, if Titan threatened you, then it means he’s hoping you’ll show up.”

  I stared at her, not quite comprehending how she’d come to that conclusion. He’d said not to come to a party. Then again, Missy knew far more about men than I ever would. Thanks to my brothers, I’d never had a steady boyfriend. I’d thought
coming here would change things for me, but I hadn’t felt comfortable the few times I’d been asked out. The way they’d looked at me had made my skin crawl. It was one thing to be on the webcam, naked and having fun, because I was paid to do it and enjoyed myself. Yeah, I knew people were watching, but I didn’t see them. The guys who asked me out always made me feel like they were trying to see through my clothes, and only wanted to get laid.

  I wanted sex. With a person. It wasn’t that I was saving myself for anyone special. Maybe at one point I had been, but not anymore. It also didn’t mean I planned to drop my panties for the first guy to pay me some attention. I wasn’t desperate. Not exactly.

  Before I could change my mind, Missy grabbed my arm and started dragging me from the apartment we shared. Rissa, another webcam girl, followed in our wake. Both of them looked far sexier than me. I was certain if they bent over the entire world would see their panties, assuming they were wearing any. Considering the lack of lines, I was betting on either a thong or nothing at all. It made me feel overdressed. I tugged at the hem of my skirt, which hit me mid-thigh and flared out a bit. The dress I’d put on was cute, but standing next to Missy and Rissa, I looked like I was going out on a date and not to a party at the clubhouse. Did all the women dress like that?

  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said. “I’m not dressed right.”

  Missy snorted. “Please. Do you think the Pres is going to care what you’re wearing? The simple fact you’re there will be enough. Trust me, Delilah. The man wants you.”

  I let her shove me into the backseat of her car and I accepted my fate. If things didn’t go according to plan, I could always try to call an Uber. Assuming there was an Uber service in this tiny little town. I knew we couldn’t get food delivery, which sucked on days I didn’t feel like getting out of the apartment.

  Missy and Rissa chatted on the way there, but my stomach was twisting into knots. I was both scared and excited about seeing Titan again. I’d noticed him months ago when I’d arrived in town and Missy had taken me to the clubhouse to show me the rooms used for the webcam site. Even though I knew he was older than me, probably by quite a bit, there had been something about the man that lured me in. I’d had a hard time looking away.