Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Those lips would look so good wrapped around my cock that I felt my dick stir to life. Mascara ran down her cheeks, but it didn’t take away from her good looks. If anything, it seemed to add to her beauty, making me think of what she would look like with that makeup running down her face as she looked up at me from her knees. Her lips swollen from taking my cock until she gagged on it. 

Her hands bound behind her back and that long dark hair curving her breasts, but not able to hide the rest of her naked skin from me. 

I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone I had ever seen before. My beast wanted her and I knew that it was dangerous to want her this much. It was like my body burned for her. I walked over to the booth that she was sitting in. The sharp scent of salt hung around her, mixing with her sweet berry-like scent.

My mate was crying and I didn’t like it. My beast screamed for the blood of the person that had caused those tears. She should never cry like this. 

She picked up her drink, tossing it back before turning towards me. Her deep brown eyes going wide as she looked up at me. 

“Who made you cry?” I asked, trying to keep the growl out of my voice. It wouldn’t do to scare her off, now that both my beast and I had seen her. She was a weakness that I wasn’t prepared to want. But I needed to know who had hurt my mate enough for her sadness to color her scent. 

I wanted to keep her, to take her to my lair and hide her away so that nothing could ever hurt her. The other part of me, the darker part wanted to fuck her and kill her so she wouldn’t make me weak. 

I was so fucked. 

***Andreena POV***

“Excuse me?” I asked the handsome stranger that was standing outside of the booth I was sitting in. I’d had a moment where I couldn’t help but cry as everything that had happened this evening hit me with a full force. 

“Who made you cry?” He repeated slower this time and I tilted my head to the side, studying him closely. He was tall, his blonde hair was brushed neatly back from his handsome face. Those sharp cheekbones would have been something that a model would have killed for. His cheeks were almost hallowed and there was a gauntness to him that made him almost look hungry. It didn’t take away from the heat that burned in his eyes as he looked down at me. 

“Does that line work for you most of the time?” I asked, swallowing hard as I scrubbed the tears out of my eyes with my fist. I caught the slight twitch of the muscles in his jaw as his eyes seemed to almost glow in the neon lights of the bar. 

“It’s not a line.” He growled, pressing his lips together before slipping into the booth across from me. “Why are you crying?”

“Look, it’s been a really rough day.” I said, looking down at my empty glass. “I don’t have it in me for this.” I motioned between the two of us.

Mr. Tall, blonde and handsome lifted an eyebrow at me. “This?” 

“Yeah.” I said, scooting to the edge of the seat so I could slip out of the booth. I didn’t want to leave to find another dive bar to drown my sorrows in, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. No matter how handsome they were or the way that he had asked who did this to me like he was some type of character in a romance book. 

Maybe before Nolan that kind of thing would have worked on me, but I was jaded now. My heart had been ripped out and crushed. I didn’t have it in me to deal with this man tonight.

“How about I buy you a drink and you can tell me about it?” He asked, looking at my glass before motioning over towards the bartender. 

I shifted in my seat, looking over at the pretty woman behind the bar. She reached back behind her, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and a tumbler before stepping around the bar. Her eyes were locked on the man in front of me, like he was someone that she listened to. 

What was it about this man that made her feel this way? Was he a regular or maybe a friend of hers? 

Maybe that’s why he had chosen to sit with me tonight? Had I stolen his favorite booth and now he was going to grill me about it?

“Here you go, boss.” The woman with green hair said, sitting the tumbler down. She stood tall as she poured him two fingers worth of the amber colored liquid. 

“Thank you, Cristina.” He said, dipping his head towards her. 

Cristina went to refill my glass and he stopped her, taking the bottle from her before waving her away. He poured some of the liquor into my glass before setting the bottle between us. 

“I hate to drink alone after a long day.” He said, picking up the crystal tumbler and looking at the lights play off the liquid before he took a long sip. When he noticed I hadn’t taken a drink, he frowned. “I could have Cristina bring over something else if you’d like.”

“Boss?” I asked, looking over at the bar before looking back at him. 

“Yes, this bar is mine.” He drawled out slowly.

“Neat.” I said, not sure what I was supposed to say to that. I wouldn’t have pictured him owning a sleazy bar like this, well I mean it was a dive bar from outside but inside it wasn’t too bad.

Was this guy some sort of mafia man? He was in a dark charcoal gray suit that was immaculately tailored to fit his lean physique. 

Glinda would have swooned if he had come into the shop. My boss had an eye for designer clothing and there was no doubt in my mind that this man had paid more than I made in a week for that suit. The small silver buttons gleamed in the lights and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel beneath my fingertips as I helped him unbutton his jacket before sliding it off of his broad shoulders.