Atlas Black

Chapter 25

A T L A S B L A C K

She really thinks she can hide behind that mask she has on? I knew from the moment she stepped onto that stage that it was Llana. I'm stood at the back of the room at the bar with an elbow on top gulping down my beer.

My eyes are trained on her as she gracefully owns the stage like it was made for her. Shes perfectly content and she moves around the pole, on, around, her flexible legs dangling as she proceeds to awe me with her shocking moves. She juts her ass out every once in a while and I can feel my dick straining.

Gosh, it took every ounce of self-control that evening at the coffeehouse to take my fingers out from here and to not finish off what I started. That evening, where I staked my clear mark and territory to Dean that Llana was off limits. So either she's mad at me for not finishing her off, or she's embracing her inner slut self.

Tipping the rest of the contents back down my throat, the lights on stage have now dimmed as the dancers begin filing themselves out to the back dressing rooms for their break. The stage is showered with hundreds - if not thousands - of dollar bills that the girls have claimed by pervy bastards.

All of them have left, disappearing from sight, all but one. One stubborn chick who remains when I see a guy beckoning her to come to him and she naively sways her sexy hips in that black lingerie she has on, which I want to rip them right off her body. 6 inch heels which echo against the hardwood floor.

Her physique is absolutely made to gawk at. Makes men drool on sight with just a fleeting look. Her shape, her curves, her smooth tanned legs, her abs and fuck those big, mouthwatering breasts that are about to pour out of her lacy bra I'd much rather rip off of her body.

It registers to me that the guy who she's now got her legs draped across, is none other than my Brother; Kade. Look who's come to town. I roll my eyes. Now what is this fucker playing at.

He knows as well I do what the task at hand is. Or rather, what I'm supposed to do. But I've gotten nowhere near to where I want to be. Time is very precious, but I've had no time. Maybe my father sent him to do instead? At that, I panic as I think of the worst possible scenarios could take place. Kade could easily whisk her away with a second thought.

But my panic subsides when I realise that's not the case as they both seem to have huge grins plastered on their faces. Flirting with each other. My brothers hand on her leg with an arm around her and Llana's hand around the coach, raking a hand through his hair. My stomach churns at the sight, it's not a sight that I'm happy to be seeing. But an even stronger emotion flares up inside me. Hot, fierce, pure anger. Anger and hostility toward both my brother and my best friend.

Their faces are nuzzled close, whispering back and forth in their ears between one another. And I so badly want to be In ear-shot to hear what they're saying as Llana's face breaks out in a blush and she bites down on her lower lip.

Fuck, the urge for me to bite those lips of hers is tempting as shit. It's not helping at all. I'm not about to stand here any longer and watch my brother get it on with her so I do the only thing imaginable and walk up to the one of the workers manning the club and whisper in his ear to escort Llana to one of the back rooms.

I escort myself and I wait patiently as I lean back on the chair in one of the bedrooms. I'm still sporting a semi when I hear a door knob being twisted and in steps a cautious Llana, eyeing the dark room.