Inked Desires

Chapter 15

"Hades, what are you doing here?" I was surprised at Hades' appearance in a club like this, given his response to seeing me barely clothed when I danced for his birthday.

"Dance, Milla," he ordered, his face expressionless, not answering my question.

"I won't do anything until... Actually, I got the question wrong since I don't want to look like a jealous girlfriend simply because we slept together once. The proper question is, 'Why me?' . Why did you chose me out of all the other gorgeous women who work in this club?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "It's like you're saying I look ridiculous in these clothes." I pointed to the clothes I was wearing, which covered so little of my body.

He snorted before raising his eyebrows and ,again refusing to answer my inquiry.

"Dance, Milla!" he ordered me once more, this time in a low, menacing voice.

"I think you're kidding me, Hades." I said, approaching him. "You paid 5000 freaking dollars to have me, but you don't even have the guts to answer some simple questions." I had already moved millimeters away from him. He didn't look up at my face since he was still bent, but his gaze was set somewhere around my waist. "But, do you want me to tell you something?" I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back so that I could sit on his lap, facing him.I placed my lips gently to his ear, bit down, and licked his earlobe before murmuring, "I found out about your big secret, love. Do you want me to dance for you?" I began to rotate my hips slightly in his lap, forcing him to grab my hips and squeeze me tight, his gaze concentrated on the point where our bodies were still touching."I will dance for you as long as you wish. Would you like to have me? I spoke against his neck. "You can keep me all night. I couldn't turn you down, especially you." I could feel him pressing harder against my soaking wet femininity as I bit, licked, and kissed the sensitive skin on his neck. "But I want you to know one thing. Maybe the men who walk in this club want me because that's my job, but not you, handsome, am I right?" I moved my hips between kisses, rubbing against the massive bulge in his pants. "You came here and chose me because I resemble your ex-girlfriend, right? And the fact that I'm wearing these skimpy clothes doesn't disgust you; rather, it turns you on so strongly that you're terrified to confess it. You're terrified you'll confuse me for her and lose your mind around me, just like you did around her." This caused him to raise his gaze to me and look me full in the eye with a piercing, almost deadly expression. "Oh, my love. Have I hit a chord? I'm sad to tell that even though I look like Beatrice, I'm not as naive as she was." I whispered against his lips before kissing him fiercely.

He kissed me back hungry, squeezing and touching every part of my body, as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Oh Milla!" he groaned into my mouth as he stood up from the couch, holding me in his arms. I didn't know he was walking until I was smashed against the wall, his fingers around my neck. "You're really disgusted me off, you know? I don't recall you ever being allowed to discuss my fiancee or mention her name." He hissed menacingly, shifting his tone of voice and attitude 180°. "You didn't know her well enough to be able to talk about her that way.Plus, she wasn't a cheap whore, and you..." he pointed his index toward me extremely close to my face, emphasizing the word 'you,' "...you'll never reach to her level, so if I ever hear you talk about her again, in any way, I swear, I've never hit a woman, but you, Milla, I will destroy you." He finally uttered it, glaring at me in disgust and letting me before heading for the door.

"Don't leave until I give you your money back," I told him in a bland tone, my whole body shivering as he left.

"Save them! Perhaps they'll buy you a heart, because as far as I can see, you're missing one." He responded to me and exited the room, slamming the door shut.

"You have no idea." I mumbled with tears in my eyes, knowing Hades wouldn't hear me.

Fortunately, Alberto did not ask me to go to the VIP room to sleep with him; instead, he simply asked if the client was satisfied.

"If he still hasn't come to ask for the money back, that means he left satisfied, right?" I answered harshly, prompting him to give me a scary look, indicating that I needed to control my tone. "Forgive me, Alberto, please, I didn't mean to sound like that, but I'm very tired," I murmured, attempting to hkeep my voice in check and hoping to seem believable to the bastard.

"Go home, Milla," he urged, and I nodded before turning to the door to my changing room. ".. But don't think I've forgotten about the punishment," he said before I entered the room. "You may have escaped me today, but when you least expect it I'll get you in every possible way."

I walked into the room, barely avoiding slamming the door behind me, and after changing as quickly as I could out of those horrible clothing, I threw Hades' money into my purse, promising to return it to him, then grabbed the car keys and ran out of that hell hole.

I rushed to my grandmother's house, eager to see her, and when I finally arrived, too preoccupied with the wretched keys that had become trapped in my handbag straps, I neglected to see that someone was on my grandmother's patio until I heard John's warm voice.

"So here she is. Hello, gorgeous Milla."

"Hi John." I responded without looking at him, still concentrating on the keys that refused to come off the straps of my bag in any way.

I only realized John was accompanied by someone else when another thick, raspy voice greeted me, and when I looked up at the two of them, my eyes and mouth were wide open.