Inked Desires

Chapter 18

I was in no mood for anything, yet that night I had to return to the hellhole I despised with all my heart, but I hadn't even made it on stage before Alberto stopped me and told me to go to the VIP lounge, where I would spend the entire night. I was petrified. I knew Nick had hired me to spend the night with him, but I didn't feel like it. Before he left, he handed me a stack of cash, telling me it was my half of the client's payment.

Disgusted, I made my way to the VIP room, hoping that this night would end as soon as possible. I cautiously walked in and turned to close the door, only to be cornered between it and a hard, well-built chest by two powerful arms.

"Nick!" I clenched my teeth in frustration because he didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath.

"Wrong, baby."  The stranger muttered in my ear, a moment later, I was literally intoxicated by a familiar scent, and I immediately cast my eyes to the tattooed arms around me.

"Hades." I muttered back, taken aback by his presence here after telling me to leave him alone only a few hours before.

"What are you doing here?"

"I come to take you out of this snake trap, beautiful. I can't bear to have another man look at you in the same way that these obsessed idiots do." He buried his face in the crook of my neck and began kissing me gently.

"Obsessed?" I laughed unimpressed, attempting to resist being touched by him. "Let's not forget that you are one of them too." I said it again, attempting to appear unaffected, but I could feel my legs going weak.

"Let's not forget that you want me," he turned my words, and the sound of his voice suggested that he was smiling.

"Are you so sure?" I asked him, smiled in return, and closed my eyes since his mere presence was driving me insane.

"Oh, sweetheart, I can see clearly how you tremble when I go too close to you, or how the hair on your body rises when my voice becomes deeper than it is. How you melt under my arms every time I touch you, and how your breath catches every time I place my lips on your neck," he murmured as he did all of this, and I felt like I was losing control. "So, yes, gorgeous, I'm sure you want me." He positioned himself up, but remained in place, and I struggled to turn to face him.

"Why did you have to come and pay to have me?" I peered at him through my eyelashes, and he cupped my chin between his fingers, tilting my head so I could look him in the eyes.

"I didn't pay to have you, I paid to get you out of here." He flashed me the most lovely and charming grin I had ever seen.

"What do you mean, Hades? What do you mean, get me out of here?" I asked, stunned and unsure of what he meant.

He bent down slightly, paused millimeters away from my lips, and whispered to me.

"What I mean is that I will not allow you to work here for another second. You are not a slut that anyone can touch. You are more than that, and you do not deserve to be humiliated just for money. Now go change, we have to leave," he finally murmured, moving away to allow me to move.

I listened to him with humility and walked to my changing room to change. I gathered my belongings, and when I walked out, Alberto was on the opposite side of the door. He pushed me inside and shut the door, then continued moving towards me, forcing me to back away till I fell onto the couch.

"Did you really believe you could go without getting fucked again? I promised you, Milla." He looked at me hungrily, a nasty smirk on his lips.

"Leave the hell alone!" I snarled through my teeth.

"Your prince arrived on a white horse, and you now want to leave? Did you know that your prince buys narcotics from me? You didn't know, did you? I had been selling drugs to that junkie for years. He first didn't buy much, but after his junkie fiancee's death, he started coming every day to provide him with what he needed to keep grounded."