Save Your Moans for the Bed

Aurora Brooks POV

I wrapped my hands around the pole, spinning around it while my thighs tightened hard against the cold metal. 

My mouth was close to the speaker, and the singer’s voice poured out hot and slow, making every move of my body look more intimate.

Love me like a desert rose.

Hold me like you can't let go.

My eyes caught the gaze of a large man sitting in the crowd. His build was massive, his black hair falling thick over his forehead. There was something dark and unreadable in the way he looked at me. His stare was cold. Empty.

He was not hungry like the other men.

Not drooling.

Not breathing hard while watching my nearly naked body move.

He looked at me as if I was nothing.

My gaze drifted down to the glass in his hand, heavy with liquor. Then his eyes slowly moved to my lower body.

A shiver ran through me.

As I spun around the pole again, I noticed how his fingers tightened around the glass. He avoided looking at me after that, almost like he did not care.

The dance pulled the breath out of the entire room. I gave up a piece of my pride tonight just to collect a few paper bills.

When the music ended, I stepped down slowly and walked toward the hallway that led to the dressing room. I changed back into my old clothes, then headed outside to the lounge where the bar guests were sitting.

The first person my eyes landed on was him.

That mysterious man.

His presence stole the air from my lungs. I could not look away, even though something about him pushed me back every time I tried to get closer.

When I reached him from behind, his broad shoulders caught my attention. Without thinking, I placed my hand gently on one of them. I wanted to ease the tension in him. And maybe something else too.

I spoke softly while glancing at his drink.

"Are you okay?"

His dark eyes dropped to my hand. I quickly pulled it away, afraid of how he might react.

Then he looked at my honey colored eyes. His own were deep and dark like a storm.

His rough voice cut through the air. I had never heard a voice so deep and smooth before.

"Amazing."

A mocking smile touched his lips, though his serious expression never left his face.

"What is amazing about it?"

He took a long drink from his glass without looking at me again. Then his deep voice dropped a bomb straight into my stomach.

"No one has ever asked me if I am okay before."

My heart tightened as he kept drinking. His burning eyes slowly studied my face in silence.

"You are drinking too much. What you are doing will hurt your health."

He stared at the messy strands of hair falling over my shoulders.

"I will not die from alcohol. I might die from something else."

I did not understand what he meant. I gently tapped his hand.

"I hope you have a good night, sir."

Before I could take a step away, his commanding voice destroyed my decision.

"Stop."

He turned his neck and faced me fully.

"What can I help you with, sir?"

His tattooed hand slid into my brown hair. His fingers brushed the skin of my chest with bold curiosity.

His tongue sounded heavy with alcohol as he spoke.

"Is this your real hair color?"

I stepped back, but his fingers were still feeling the softness of my hair. He looked fascinated by me, though he tried hard not to show it.

"Yes."

His voice grew rougher.

"Bar dancer. Or a little whore?"

A dirty question. I had heard it from many men before. Something inside me wanted to slap him across the face.

But I could not.

I needed money more than ever tonight.

I swallowed with difficulty and murmured with hesitation.

"Both."

A crooked smile appeared on his lips. I could not tell if it was mockery.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He pulled his hand away and stood up straight. His height suddenly felt towering.

"Your tongue is too long. It needs to be trimmed so it matches your short height."

Without warning, his arm wrapped around my waist and dragged me against him.

I gasped in shock.

His fingers pressed into my cheek as he asked in a low voice.

"Yes or no, little one?"

I nodded quickly, struggling to breathe.

With his free hand he grabbed his jacket, then started walking, dragging me with him toward the stairs that led to the upper suite. Even though he was drunk, his steps were steady.

Nicole looked at me with shock and disappointment as she watched me going upstairs with him.

The upper suite was a private floor that belonged to the owner of the bar. I whispered to him while we climbed the stairs.

"This place is forbidden. We are not allowed to go up there."

Our eyes met.

"Did anyone stop us?"

I shook my head.

He looked extremely charming for a moment.

Then the charm vanished when he answered sharply.

"Then shut that talkative mouth."

I tried to push his hand away from my waist. His grip only tightened until a small cry escaped my lips.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered something filthy.

"Save your moans for the bed."

He released me in front of the suite door, then shoved me inside roughly.

My voice trembled, almost breaking.

"I am not ready to have any kind of relationship with you."

He turned to face me like a man burning with anger.

"Do not try to run from your duties, little one. Aren't you a whore?"

His finger pointed straight at my face as he walked toward me step by step.

"You are lucky I am here tonight. So you will not leave until I drain every drop out of you."

My heart started shaking again.

Because I am not a woman who sells her body to satisfy men.

And the huge man standing in front of me looked terrifyingly serious.