Savior (BWWM)

Four

ROMAN'S POV

I noticed Blake walking away while I was still speaking. Every other girl in the club was staring at me, smiling, winking, practically begging for attention, but my eyes were only on her.

She didn't care. She wasn't interested in my power, my money, my name.

And that made me want her more.

She acted untouchable, like she couldn't be shaken, but I wanted to be the one to break that shield of hers. Make her unravel for me.

When she froze at my words, I smiled to myself.

"And it'll be Blake."

"No way. Hell no!" she shouted from across the crowd.

Bingo.

"I don't take no for an answer."

"Don't you think that's a little... crazy?" a random girl in the crowd asked.

"And you are?" I raised a brow. Who the hell did she think she was, questioning me?

"Rae," she said, arms crossed.

I chuckled. "Well, Rae. I'm the fucking boss. What I say goes."

"But-.."

"Can I be your personal stripper instead?" a girl with light brown hair cut in, stepping forward, practically offering herself on a platter.

She looked good. Hot body. The kind I could break in half if I wanted to.

But too easy. And I don't chase easy. I want the fight.

I looked back at Blake. The way her jaw clenched, the fire in her eyes, it made my pulse spike.

"No," I said simply. "I'll stick with Blake. Clubs open in an hour. Get ready."

No one argued. They never do.

I made my way to her, cocking my head slightly.

"Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, there is." She crossed her arms. "You've lost your damn mind if you think I'm dancing for you again."

"Funny, you didn't seem to mind last time." I teased.

"Fuck you." She spat the words like venom.

It took everything in me not to grab her right then and pin her to the nearest wall. To remind her exactly who she was talking to.

"Fuck me?" I smiled, slow and deliberate. "I'm all yours, princess. Just say the word."

She stormed off. I let her go. Watching her walk away was almost as satisfying.

Almost.

It's been a long time since a woman told me no. Since someone looked me in the eye and didn't flinch.

She did both.

I was going to break her. Slowly. Intimately.

Challenge accepted.

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"Roman, what are we doing here?" Colton asked, looking down at the packed club floor through the glass window of my new office.

I'd cleared out all of Geraldo's junk earlier. This was mine now.

"Have the guys patrol. I want everything running smooth. And I need a meeting with Geraldo, I don't care if he's on life support. I want answers."

Colton nodded and headed out.

He and I go way back. Our fathers built this empire together. After his parents died, he became family. Now he runs security, trains our men, keeps them disciplined, makes sure women don't get too close when they're just digging for intel.

I stood in front of the window, watching the chaos below.

And then I found her.

Blake.

She was dancing for some older guy and he kept trying to grope her. She kept pushing his hands away, brushing it off like she didn't mind. But I noticed everything.

If I didn't know better, I'd put a bullet in him for touching her.

She moved with confidence. Sensual, controlled, and hypnotizing.

I didn't want to just watch anymore.

I wanted her to know she was mine.

I made my way through the club until I reached her.

"Blake," I said, just as she was starting another dance for the same guy.

She looked up, confused. "Roman?"

Mmm. I liked how my name sounded on her tongue. Couldn't wait to hear it moaned.

"I want my dance."

"No way, man, fuck off!" the guy protested.

I ignored him. Didn't even look at him.

"One second," she said to the guy, then grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. Her grip didn't sit right with me. I shot her a look and she let go.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Very."

"He's offering me five hundred dollars for that dance. I need that money, Roman."

I could give her all the money she wanted. All she had to do was ask.

"I'll pay you five grand. Or however much you want."

She froze.

Her lips parted but no words came.

"Roman, I-.."

"Is that a yes?"

She hesitated, then turned and started walking toward the back room.

She needed money. That much was clear. But for what? Who was she running from?

Why wouldn't she dance for me out there, in front of everyone, like she did for other men?

Something didn't add up.

She pushed the door open and I followed. Once we were inside, she turned, shoved me into the chair.

I grinned. Feisty.

She wore red lingerie. Nothing left to the imagination. And everything I wanted to claim.

She didn't waste time. She sat in my lap, grinding slowly, letting her curves move against me like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Because she did.

I reached out, ran my hands from her waist up her sides, letting my fingers drift toward her breasts. I expected her to smack me away like she did with the other guy, but she didn't.

Instead, she relaxed.

Her body melted into mine and I knew.

She wasn't just dancing anymore.

"What's wrong?" I whispered against her ear, grinning.

I already knew the answer.

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