by A. J. Macey
With a quick check to make sure I had everything, I followed Chase down the wide staircase and into the garage. The custom cloth of his car's seat caressed my skin softly as I sank into the passenger side of his Audi. I pushed away the spark that ran through me at the rumble and purr of the machine, turning my attention toward the road instead. We were quiet on the drive, the only noise Chase's soft singing to his radio that filtered through his high-end speakers. The drive only took a little while since Euphoria's black, sleek exterior was situated in the heart of the city.
Chase parked at one of the other sophisticated bars in the area so his Audi wouldn't stand out, and if anyone did recognize it, they would think we were there instead of at Euphoria. The night was quickly growing chilly since the sun was starting to set. I paid our covers and showed our fake IDs before walking into the dark interior. Sensual music poured through the strip club's speakers while purple and pink lights illuminated the shiny poles on the numerous catwalks. Since it was a Tuesday, the place was nearly barren with only four other men seated in the pleather stools or chairs while two girls spun around in skimpy outfits.
Both Chase and I pulled out a wad of bills and sank into one of the sections slightly further from the current crowd but had great visibility to the rest of the club. Pretending to pay attention to one of the girls who had moved down to us, I took in the room until I found what I was looking forーthe darkened hall leading to the private patron rooms, the dressing rooms, and restrooms. Once several songs had finished, and the girls traded out, I got up and headed to the hall.
According to the little electronic signs next to each door that led to the private dance space, none of them were occupied. Remembering what Elliot had said, I slipped into the room where Brian Chan would be this Saturday night. There were no cameras or monitoring, and just to be safe, I checked all the walls and crevices for any peepholes. Noting everything within the space—a chair, a small stage with a light up floor and pole, and tiny table against one wall—I slipped back out of the room before someone could find me sneaking around.
"Can I help you?" one of the girls who had been on the stage asked me as she slipped out of the dressing room. Her skimpy outfit had been changed out into a skin-tight dress that stopped right before her legs started, the bottom of her ass hanging out slightly. I immediately slipped into an act, giggling lightly.
"I got turned around and accidentally thought this was the bathroom," I explained in a ditzy voice, channeling my inner Bambi. "Would you be able to tell me which door is the ladies' room?"
"Oh, sure." She flashed me a friendly smile, her sultry makeup clashing with the bright and cheery facial expression. "I used to get lost all the time back here when I first started, you'd think they'd make the doors look different." She chuckled with me and rolled her eyes. "That door right there is the bathroom." She pointed a very sharp, white polished nail to the door two down on the other side of the hall.
I thanked her and slipped into the bathroom. Fuck, that was close. I felt the adrenaline I hadn't realized had flooded my system slowly leech away until I shook lightly. Well, I'm already in here, so I might as well go. Don't want her to think I was snooping. A couple minutes later, I rejoined Chase, swallowing the little green monster of jealousy that rose up when I noticed he was still receiving attention from the same dancer.
About an hour and several dancers later, Chase and I headed out and back to his car. I found myself grinding my teeth in irritation when I flopped into the seat. Normally, I had no issues working jobs with Chase, but with several women twirling and flashing all their goodies right in front of us, I felt my control over the little jealous monster slipping. The rational side of me said that was dumb since Chase didn't care sexually about anyone other than me, but damn that spark of jealousy wouldn’t quit. Don't turn the judgy eyes on me, people, I know it's irrational.
"That was productive," he gushed as he eased his car onto the main road.
I glowered, angling my face to the window so he wouldn't see because he was right. We had gotten exactly what we wanted, but I couldn’t let myself be as happy as he was. Stupid feelings, I complained.
"What's wrong, Kittycat?" His right hand left the steering wheel and poked me in the thigh repeatedly.
"Nothing," I responded quietly, trying to keep my voice even to not give away that I was sulking like a silly teenager.
“Is someone jealous?” he prodded, his tone still teasing yet laced with a bit of surprise. I ground my teeth and glanced over at him. Somehow, he was staring directly at me without crashing as he drove.
“Of course not,” I bit out before shifting my attention back out the window, my arms crossing over my chest. He skeptically hummed but didn’t say anything else. After a few tense moments of stewing in my irrational jealousy, the car pulled off to an abandoned parking lot at the very edge of town where no one was out wandering. “Where are we?” I asked when he shut off the car, glancing around and seeing nothing but closed up businesses that wouldn’t open until morning.
“Kittycat,” he murmured, his breath hot against the side of my neck as he leaned into me. A feather light touch brushed against my bare skin to trace the edge of my dress. “Are you jealous?” My lips thinned as I kept staring out the window. His continued teasing on my leg crept closer to my inner thigh with each sweep, the light touch igniting my blood. Finally, I couldn’t take his teasing anymore and whipped to face him, my lips pressing into his roughly. The urge to haveーto claimーwhat was mine was too strong to ignore as I slipped off my heels and crawled into his lap. My dress rode up over my ass and hips, leaving my skin bare for his callused hands to grip.
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips, grinding roughly against his steeled length. “Yes, I am jealous.”
“Why?” he asked quietly, massaging my ass and thighs in a tantalizing pattern. I moaned softly when the tips of his fingers brushed against the edge of my lacy thong in the briefest tease. I whined when he pulled his hands back and placed them on the steering wheel behind me. “Tell me why, Kiera.” His demanding tone had me looking down at him with my brow raised and a major attitude. If he wanted me to talk about it instead of fucking me, then he was getting all of it.
“Because I don’t like seeing some fucking bitch with her grabby paws all over my assassin,” I hissed, gripping his collar tightly within my fists. “You’re mine, and no one gets to touch you without my say so.” His eyes melted, a groan rumbling deep within his chest as he rocked his cock against my soaking core. I bit back the moan that wanted to escape at the motion. He’s not going to distract me that easily, I thought angrily. But at his smug and cocky smile, the anger slowly melted to confusion. “What?” I huffed, tired of his weird game.
“I just wanted to hear you say it,” he purred, rough hands roving back over my ass. “I love when you remind me that you own me.” My eyes rolled back as he rocked against me again, fire igniting within my pussy as he brushed over my aching clit. “Now, Kittycat, take what’s yours,” he commanded in a heated whisper.
At that, I surrendered to the urge to claim him. I shifted back on his lap just far enough to unhook his belt, sliding it quickly off his slacks and wrapped it around his neck in a make-shift collar. Chase shuddered as I secured the leather around his neck, holding the excess tightly within my grasp. Memories of our first time together flashed before my eyes as I possessively kissed him. I nipped sharply as my free hand yanked on his shirt, the expensive clothing opening as buttons ripped away from the soft material. As soon as my fingers brushed the smooth skin underneath, I dug my nails in, bringing them agonizingly slow down his chest. Blood welled within the jagged marks, my assassin’s rhythm against me faltering as he sank into the pleasure he found in the pain.
“You’re mine,” I murmured softly, leaning down and sealing my lips on one of the claw marks in a kiss before biting hard enough to break skin. Marking him as my own, I continued to lick and bite across his chest until he was completely covered in a smear of
red blood and my teeth marks. I kissed him fiercely, bringing him back from that pit of pleasure he was drowning in. At the feeling of my lips against his, he shot forward, sandwiching me between him and the steering wheel.
“Now,” he ground out, his irises nearly gone with how wide his pupils had become, “time for me to mark you as mine.” I hissed as he kicked opened his car door, the cool night air making me shiver as it hit my flushed skin. Carrying me in his arms to the front of his car, he laid me back against the warm hood.
“How are you going to mark me, my little assassin?” I barely got the question out as he peppered my jaw and neck with rough, fevered kisses. His hands reached between us, and in an instant, the ripping of lace sounded and the cold air brushed my dripping pussy. Chase didn’t answer as he shoved my dress up my stomach so that it bunched around my ribs, his kisses and licks frantic across my torso and hips. I yanked on the end of the belt I still held to get him to look at me. What I saw made the air leave my lungs in surprise. Before me wasn’t my happy, manic Chase. This was the side I very rarely saw, the side that was typically locked away. The one I had never spoken to though I knew was there.
Right now? I was staring at his alter, Ciar.
“My dear Kiera,” he murmured in a dark and seductive tone, his gaze focused intently on my face from his position right between my legs. His head turned slightly, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked the crease of my thigh where it met my pussy. “I have waited quite some time to taste you, to take you for myself, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.” My chest was heaving with the heat that poured through me. I knew the cold-blooded man before me could see just how turned on I was, but I hummed skeptically anyway.
“Is that so?” I challenged. His chuckle was low, barely audible in his growly tone. “How would Chase feel about that?” I questioned sharply, trying not to allow the deep sound to go straight to my greedy pussy, but I would be a fucking liar if I said it didn’t.
“Well, seeing as he’s right here”—the alter tapped the side of his head—"you know how much he likes to watch, my sweet Dove.” I scoffed at the ridiculous nickname he gave me.
“Last I checked, I’m The Cat. Cats eat doves.”
His wicked grin widened sharply, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the predatory air radiating from him. I attempted to clamp down on the desire that flared at the depravity in his smile, but I was nearly drowning in my lustful haze.
And Ciar knew it.
“Then you best believe, Dove,” he nearly sneered the nickname, “that I will eat you.” With that, he shot forward, his hot tongue dragging up my pussy before he bit my clit in a painful nip. I hissed at the pain until his swirling tongue soothed the sharp prickling in a wave of tremors, and a strangled gasp ripped through me as three fingers sank into me roughly. Not giving me a chance to adjust to the width, he pulled back before slamming home again, his teeth barely grazing my clit in a promise of pleasure-fueled pain at any moment. My orgasm built quickly, my cries growing more broken as I neared that edge, but right as I felt myself starting to fall, Ciar pulled back completely until I was left with nothing but cold air where I needed his hot tongue and rough fingers.
“What the fuck!” I shouted in frustration, yanking on the collar around his neck to bring him closer, to fucking get me off like he said he would, but he didn’t budge as he smirked at me. “If you won’t fucking finish the job, Ciar,” I sneered the alter’s name as I slid off the car hood, “I’ll fucking find someone who will.” The growl was barely audible in my overwhelming spiral as my body warred against being denied. Barely a moment later, his rough hands grabbed me, throwing me onto my stomach on the hood and surprising me. The war of sensations only grew, heightening my lustful fog as he held me trapped between his chest and the metal.
“Oh, my dear Kiera.” His cold, hard whisper sent a shiver down my spine. The merciless tone turned me on, pushing me deeper into my scorching arousal. “You don’t get to leave until I’m finished with you.” Shifting my hair as he talked, he licked up my spine to my neck before following the curve of my hair, his lips caressing the edge of my ear. “I’ve waited months to take and claim you. You snatched up Chase’s heart in only a few words, enough for him to pull me back while we were on a job. He’d never done that before, and I finally want to know what about you he finds so damn addictive.” Our first night together was brought to the front of my mind, the cool meticulousness of Chase’s expression and movements when he stalked me through my house flashing before my eyes.
“It wasn’t Chase that night, was it?” I murmured the question, my desire blatant as he slowly rolled his hips into me. His cruel chuckle sounded again, the dark tone calling to the darkness within me, wanting to flow forward and drown me in a wave of blackened sensations.
“Well, when you two had your fun that was all him,” he assured me, continuing to thrust into my bare ass, the soft material of his slacks a delicious contrast against his hard cock underneath. “But at the beginning, it was a mix of both of us, and until you threatened to blow off the family jewels, I was the one in the forefront. I can see why he finds you attractive, that fire and fury within you, but what about you, Dove, makes Chase stay?” I smirked over my shoulder, holding his nearly black pupils in a locked stare.
“You know very well why, Ciar,” I taunted. “I know he’s told you about me, and I know he wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t just as addicted as he is. Now, fuck me or get the hell off of me,” I challenged. He stared at me, unmoving and silent. His gaze was calculating as he watched me for a few brief moments, but he must have found whatever he was looking for because he kissed me hard. Fiercely and possessively. His hips shifted back just enough for him to unbutton and unzip the slacks, freeing his hard cock.
“You want me to fuck you, Dove?” he ground out, lining up to my slicked entrance, the throbbing head barely pressing into me. I nodded, just barely holding back the plea that danced on the tip of my tongue for my release. “Then that’s what my Dove gets.”
A cry ripped from my throat as he thrust forward viciously. I was too far gone in my fog to be thankful for the solid base beneath me, my legs giving out under the drowning wave of desire that flooded me. My cries were a mix of screams, moans, and his name jumbled in my haze. His pace was brutal and unforgiving, nearly cruel in the way he fucked me, but I reveled in the savage way Ciar handled my body. Taking me. Claiming me just as he said he would.
He was mine, and I was his.
This time, when my orgasm slammed down on me, Ciar didn’t stop, fucking me through the fiery swell and the sharp tremors of release right back up to that peak once more. Demanding kisses and licks showered my bare shoulders, back, and neck, sending me into a second engulfing release.
“Kiera.” My name rumbled deeply within Ciar’s chest in a broken growl as he slammed home, filling me with shuddering spurts before he finally stilled. I regained my mental faculties from his ruthless fucking before he did and flashed him a smart-ass smile over my shoulder.
“This pussy is addiction worthy,” I snarked, shoving him off of me and turning to face him. Ciar stalked forward until his chest was pressed against mine. “And you best fucking believe if you ever leave me hanging like that again, I’ll punch you so hard you’re stuck in your place in Chase’s head for a month.” My threat was answered with a wicked grin, a cruel slash in Chase’s handsome face, and the differences between the two sides were as plain as day in their expressions.
“I look forward to seeing you try, Dove.” He captured my lips once more before pulling away from me. “Until next time, my dear Kiera.” As if a switch was flipped, Ciar’s cold, cruel, calculating grin morphed into Chase’s bright, playful gaze and happy smile.
“Soooo?” he prompted cautiously. I shook my head but couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“You could have warned me, Chase, that your alter was going to make an appearance tonight,” I chastised playfully as I a
djusted my dress. Chase flashed me an apologetic smile as he resituated himself inside his stained slacks.
“Sorry, Kittycat. I kind of got lost in the pain, and he decided to take charge,” he muttered, his cheeks reddening as he realized that he may have fucked up. “Are you upset with me?” My heart cracked at the small voice he used.
“Never, my little assassin,” I reassured him, wrapping my arm around his waist. The blood on his chest had dried in a large swatch of dark red against his tanned skin.
“Good, because it’s pretty damn hot watching you with him. That fiery back and forth between you two, seeing you put him in his place… fuck me, Kittycat,” he groaned, his cock already hardening as he pulled me into his arms. “Fucking beautiful. Maybe we can do it again sometime,” he murmured against my cheek as he nuzzled his nose into my hair.
“It definitely was pretty fucktastic, but next time, no surprise appearances. Got it?” He agreed immediately, his lips tilting up against my cheek. “That was him carrying me out of the car though, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, meaning the answer was yes. I hummed and nodded back as I responded. “I figured. All right let’s head home. I’m tired and cold and my legs are like Jell-O. If we continue to stand out here, you’ll have to carry me to bed,” I half whined playfully, letting him know I truly wasn’t upset with him.
Like I said earlier, I knew of Ciar’s existence. Hell, I had even seen him a time or two, but Chase told me he didn’t exactly play well with others, so he chose to stick to the shadows of their shared mind and allowed Chase to be the main personality despite them being fairly equal in power over their body and mind. The thought brought the memory of when I first met Ciar to the forefront of my mind…
“Chase,” I called out, glancing in the kitchen only to find it empty. Where did my little assassin go? Turning, I made my way to our workroom. The door was open, but when I looked in, I was immediately on edge. Chase was pacing, his face falling from his manic and cheerful smile into a harsh scowl and then back again. The way he carried himself, the way he walked, all changed in the same intervals from nearly bouncing as he took steps to striding in a way that sent a cold tingle down my spine.